Lt. Cmdr Robin Hopper: Hungry Eyes
Robin Hopper
((OOC – Trying to get scenes wrapped up for end of shore leave / mission start time.))
((Terrible Targ, Merchant District))
Hopper: ::Looking around the bar:: Do you, um, really want a drink?
After all the interruptions they’d faced, she was beginning to sense that maintaining a low profile and going out for drinks together in public was a difficult intersection to achieve. At this point, she was desperate just to get some one-on-one time.
The thought of remaining, nursing their drinks while carefully observing their surroundings for any other familiar faces, or would-be interlopers, no longer seemed thrilling. Besides – she had a bar in her apartment, and there would be nobody to snoop… or object if she insisted on seeing this work of art in progress on Nate’s back.
Richards: You don’t?
He looked back at her quizzically – clearly trying to work out just what she was getting at. So she decided to clarify, slowly pushing her chair away from the table.
Hopper: …Because frankly, I’m sort of feeling like we could just ::tilting her head back and forth:: get out of here.
Nathan looked around, before settling back on her, one of his eyebrows raised.
Richards: Uh, sure. Where did you have in mind?
Hopper: My place?
She smiled. That ought to be clear enough.
Richards: ::Smirking:: Commander, I don’t–
Before he could delay them any longer, she took him by the hand and dragged him quickly past the approaching server, who looked, bewildered, back-and-forth between the fleeing couple and the empty seats they’d left behind. As they passed through the exit, into the merchant’s district beyond, Robin looked over her shoulder at her date with a grin, which he promptly returned.
It wasn’t far from here to Beijing; Just a few minutes walk, at a brisk pace, really. And when they arrived, she’d finally have him all to herse–
Sirn: Commander Hopper? Do you have a moment?
She paused at the sound of Vulcan scientists voice, but only for a moment, turning to look over her shoulder at him.
Hopper: We’re, um, looking into an urgent matter. To do with vehicle replication. It can’t wait.
A bald-faced lie. But she was beyond the point of caring.
Sirn: I wished to go over some additional findings that I came across in our studies.
Letting go of Nathan’s hand briefly, Robin stepped forward and in her most assertive voice, spoke quietly and clearly to Sirn.
Hopper: Not. Now.
Turnly briskly on her heels, she took Nathan’s arm and began dragging him away towards his fate, chuckling quietly to herself over the absurdity and drama of it all.
Richards: Sorry, I guess we are in a…bit of a hurry!
One last parting glance over her shoulder told her that the Vulcan had taken it about as well as she’d hoped – and, if her prior experiences with Sirn were anything to judge by, she and Nathan had little to worry about in the way of wild speculation.
As they made their way through the Habitat Ring towards her apartment, she held his arm tighter, daring to look up at him with an adoring gaze, admiring his jawline and his kind smiling features.
oO From here on out, tonight… Oo she thought… oO You’re all mine. Oo
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