[ DRAFT 20 ] F & P

[metharchy]

[A video stream begins, immediately showing the movement of of a slender arm pulling back and then shooting forward. There's a thudding noise from off screen, followed by a groan and the rustling of cloth. The comm that is broadcasting is smacked, giving any who watch a much better view.

The camera shows Meth Rezza, Captain Redd's Head of Renovations, wearing only an expression of fierce excitement and arousal. She is straddling the hips of an equally naked Tyler Durden and punching him in the face. Tyler appears, for all intents and purposes, to be grinning like a lunatic and enjoying the attention while he bleeds from his mouth and nose.]

Tyler: Damn girl, you're getting good at that.

Meth: [She grins and backhands him.] You mean I am good at it.

Tyler: [His head snaps to the side, leaving him staring straight at the camera.] ...hey is that recording?

Meth: [She looks over in the direction of the comm, and mutters something unintelligible under her breath. She does not look happy.] ...you hit my fucking comm.

Tyler: [He lifts a hand and waves at the camera.] We should be charging for this kinda material.

Meth: [Meth rolls her eyes and grasps Tyler's jaw tightly with her fingers, turning his head toward her as she reaches out to the communicator with the other hand.]

[The video feed cuts short.]

Comments

[swordofhope.livejournal.com]

[He's curious. Very curious. But you don't push ladies. Especially naked ones punching their ah... friends.]

Good luck with your plumbings, then.

[... That could be taken so many ways.]

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[She snorts on a laugh. It could and would be taken in all sorts of ways. That's just how Meth rolled.

She appreciated getting back to her previous activities.]

Hah. Thank you.

[swordofhope.livejournal.com]

Pozhaluĭsta.

[And with that... sneeze of a word, he'll let her go back to business.]