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6/19/2016 4:25:46 PM
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Ling got up, kissed Macha on the cheek and said.
"Good luck. Please, don't get in trouble."
He said before taking the bottle of wine into his room.
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"We won't!" She smiles, then turned back to Chloanne. "I really love him, you know." She stood up, still smiling. "Want to get going now?"
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"Sure, but shouldn't you change? Unless you want to stroll around in a night gown that is." She said chuckling. Meanwhile Ling was chugging the wine bottle, probably to see what being drunk feels like.
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She laughed a bit, realizing she was indeed wearing basically nothing. "Good idea. Be right back." She stepped into her and Ling's room.
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Ling, noticing Macha stopped chugging the bottle. He was in his underwear, with a wine bottle in his hand. Certainly a odd site but weirder has happened.
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She chuckles. The scene was funny indeed. "Are you alright, sweetie? You look like you're going through a hard time or something."
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"I'm..experimenting." He said, clearly the ass was already buzzed. "I want to see what it's like..being drunk..so you're leaving now?"
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"Yeah. I'm getting changed, then me and Chloanne are going out." She undressed in front of him, reaching in the drawers where she stored her clothes.
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He continued drinking the bottle, he's probably going to get alcohol poisoning or something. kek. He slightly watched her unchange, it was normal, even for them but right now he was focusing mostly on the bottle.
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"Now don't kill yourself with the Alcohol." She puts on a clean, nice white and green dress.
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"You're right." He got up and kissed her on the lips, his tasting of the red wine. "I'll see you later my love." He said. While Chloanne waited in the other room, not even knowing what was going on.
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"Later, darling." She tied her hair in a ponytail, then walked out. "Alright! All changed up. You ready to go?"
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Chloanne got up, her black hair with the red streak flowed majestically as she hopped up, clearly hair has its own physics now. "Yep. You look great Macha. Shall we get going?"
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"Let's." She smiles, walking out of their little home.
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The two exited Lings Quarters, it would arouse suspicions if one saw them but thankfully no one did. I guess they went on a walk and talked. "So..what is it like with Ling..?" she asked curiously
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"It's fun, honestly. At first, he was formal and everything, but now that we've been with one another for some time, he's relaxed. And not just with me. In his work, too. He's a lot nicer all around."
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"Really? He must really like you then...He's always been a bit formal when it came to things. Not really much to relax." She smiled as she walked along with Macha. "Perhaps love does change people.."
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"It does. I was like him, too, before. I suppose we both changed one another..."
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"Hmm...I just hope I find the right person, though that may take a while." She said. Chloanne can't be complaining when she wasn't a fücking 4000 year old virgin.
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Hue. "Well then, let's go see if we can find said right one, shall we?"
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"Okay!" She said, Enthusiastically.
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They approach what seems to be a bar. "Alright then, place number one." It's time for us to have a romcom montage of Chloanne meeting dudes.
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 6/19/2016 5:55:01 PMit's going to be hell for the both of them. cue montage. "So here..?"
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The first guy they met simply wasn't Chloanne's type. Let's leave it at that. Second guy, too short. Third guy, too skinny. There was an eldar at some point, but he acted too snotty. Then, there was a space marine who would have probably wanted to bone his battle-brothers before boning any other thing. There was an imperial Guardsman, but he was scared of her, due to her wearing a commissariat jacket. Some weird chaos cultist, what even. There was another dude too, he was wearing a green tunic. But all he did was yell erratically and throw pots around. Weird. At some point, a Dreadnought was involved. Burned out from that experience, the two ladies exit the bar, exasperated. "Don't worry... this is just the first bar. I have three on my list, and that's two left. Let's go!" The evening was still young. A chaplain, A Tau, A Kroot (jesus christ...) At one point, some guy seemed pretty nice. Until Chloanne noticed his wedding ring. They met tons of different people, all with their one little problem. Another one was too smart. At some point, I even think a Tyranid showed up or something. They left the second bar early in the evening, with only one bar remaining. The last bar, thankfully, was something quite odd. There was people, yes, and there was also a fighting ring in the center. Naturally, the men fighting were of good spirits. For some time, people passed around the title of champion, until a space marine entered the ring, and would remain undefeated for the night almost entirely. Sadly for Chloanne, none of these men seemed interesting. She got sadder and sadder by the end of the night. Very few people were left, as most had abandoned the fighting circuit, due to a fuсking space marine beating everyone simply by being a space marine. Macha and Chloanne sat at the bar, Macha had her hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her friend. "Hey, it's alright... maybe there'll be more people tomorrow!"
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[spoiler]what the fück a kroot and a Tyranid?[/spoiler] She sighed, clearly this wasn't going to be short and sweet as she wanted it to be. "I don't think there's anyone here that's my type.."
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And let's not forget the space marine that had spent the entire night making advances at Chloanne, despite her refusal. Guess he thought he had big balls. At which point, a new person entered the bar. Macha's ears perked up. New arrival meant new possibilities. The man who had entered seemed, at first glance, to be a space marine. The sheer bulk of his muscle mass was enough to assume so. But upon clear inspection of his racial features, it was obvious he wasn't. He stood at about nine and a half feet in height, almost reaching ten. His body was pure muscle mass. Bulging, seam-breaking musculature covered his body, forming a perfect and chiseled body. Quite handsome. His skin, however, was actually scales. These ash grey scales were smooth and leatherlike in texture. His mouth was in a long muzzle, and horns were sitting on top of his head. He had icy blue eyes, with a scar over the left one. He had a long tail following behind him. Macha smirked and poked Chloanne's gut, motionning towards the new arrival. He approached the bar, the bartender giving him a gentle smile. [i]"Roderick, my boy! Come, have a drink!"[/i] "Thanks, Ed. Been a long day today, could really use the winding down..." His voice was smooth as silk, sweet like honey. Macha whispered to Chloanne. "Well? What do you think?"
