Post by xColonel Jonathan Richards on Jan 28, 2010 7:42:41 GMT -8
Jonathan felt sorry Tara, he knew that she probably thought he would never let her touch the first of the new toys but she was only half right. It was never good to put hopes up but putting them down was just as bad, it was a fine line.
"Dameon, eleven o'clock..."
Again? Jonathan turned around and just like Tara said, there he saw Dameon approaching the Captain. He wanted to say that Lara would be fine but Tara's words hit first. Mingle? Jonathan watched with silent amusement as she walked off, somehow he doubted that she was going to do that. But he had been wrong before, on smaller scales; and large ones.
Jonathan watched the Captain and Dameon for a moment, he knew she'll be fine with that guy, his eyes sailed over the rim of the crowd heads and once again saw Norgrow and someone else. If the face wasn't familiar, it was that dirty striking hair that Jonathan found a little odd, it reminded him of himself when he was much much younger.
Heath! That was the name, and one of his own people too. Good Jonathan thought, another marine at the party and from what he could tell, this guy wasn't one to mince words with women. Judging from the pretty woman before his two Marines and the way Heath smiled.
From the heads of the marines Jonathan found his eyes attracted to the dancing caitians, again he felt the need to sigh but didn't. Turning to face the bar again Jonathan felt himself stop as new arrival arrived. Raven black hair, cute red dress and a well placed commbadge.
Facing the bar Jonathan pressed his lips to the glass of his drink and stopped when his eyes caught attention of another woman. Another Klingon. If Jonathan did not trust his eyes the way he did, he might have blinked but he knew that she was there. He did not recognize her but yet, he knew who she was.
Jonathan glanced over his shoulder at Dameon and back at the bar though his eyes once again quickly flickered to a new target or rather they reacted to a unique order. Jon looked over at the woman in red, his lips tugging themselves into a brief smile. Yuanyang? That was something he didn't see people have often, or ever for that matter.
It was about time he did some mingling.
"Good choice." Jonathan said turning to look at her with a gentle smile over his face. His words were truth to him, it was a good choice but not one to make too often.
Tag: Phoebe/Any
"Dameon, eleven o'clock..."
Again? Jonathan turned around and just like Tara said, there he saw Dameon approaching the Captain. He wanted to say that Lara would be fine but Tara's words hit first. Mingle? Jonathan watched with silent amusement as she walked off, somehow he doubted that she was going to do that. But he had been wrong before, on smaller scales; and large ones.
Jonathan watched the Captain and Dameon for a moment, he knew she'll be fine with that guy, his eyes sailed over the rim of the crowd heads and once again saw Norgrow and someone else. If the face wasn't familiar, it was that dirty striking hair that Jonathan found a little odd, it reminded him of himself when he was much much younger.
Heath! That was the name, and one of his own people too. Good Jonathan thought, another marine at the party and from what he could tell, this guy wasn't one to mince words with women. Judging from the pretty woman before his two Marines and the way Heath smiled.
From the heads of the marines Jonathan found his eyes attracted to the dancing caitians, again he felt the need to sigh but didn't. Turning to face the bar again Jonathan felt himself stop as new arrival arrived. Raven black hair, cute red dress and a well placed commbadge.
Facing the bar Jonathan pressed his lips to the glass of his drink and stopped when his eyes caught attention of another woman. Another Klingon. If Jonathan did not trust his eyes the way he did, he might have blinked but he knew that she was there. He did not recognize her but yet, he knew who she was.
Jonathan glanced over his shoulder at Dameon and back at the bar though his eyes once again quickly flickered to a new target or rather they reacted to a unique order. Jon looked over at the woman in red, his lips tugging themselves into a brief smile. Yuanyang? That was something he didn't see people have often, or ever for that matter.
It was about time he did some mingling.
"Good choice." Jonathan said turning to look at her with a gentle smile over his face. His words were truth to him, it was a good choice but not one to make too often.
Tag: Phoebe/Any