Who: Monica, Ace. Where: Lorrayna Phoenix- Kitchen When: May 7th, late in the evening long after dinner. Why: Because Monica is wanting food. Rating?: PG Status: Complete
monica Monica had cleared out of the bridge by lunch time, and went to her room to sleep things off. Wasn't really any need for her until reaching the ship in the Burnham Quadrant, so she didn't care if she spent locked away in her bunk. If the captain wanted her, she'd call. And so she spent the remainder of the day sleeping, and when she awoke it was dinner time. Though she opted out of eating, instead she wrote ion her databook. Though she only ended up getting all frustrated again, and so she tossed things about in a fit. She even punched the wall beside her desk, which ended up in very slight dent in the hull, but more of a dent in her hand. It stared bruising right away, though she tried to pay it no mind. However it was her prominent hand, so every time she did something it hurt. Though she was the kind of person that healed quickly from such skin surface wounds, although it still hurt something fierce.
Eventually later she escaped from her seclusion. Unsure who she'd come across if any. She didn't want it to be Dori, because she'd ask about the hand, and Monica didn't want the doc seein' to it, wasn't no need. Monica assumed it was late enough and most the crew had to have been sleeping, sept maybe Ace. Maybe. Because he had been mentioning about sleep desperation, but less'n he needed something he wouldn't leave the bridge. Or so she imagined. Monica usually slinked about when others were sleeping, although she really wanted some kind of company even if it where somebody that hated her right now. Although she wouldn't admit that little fact, not unless given good reason.
The red head found her way to the kitchen, a cup of ice water on the small round table within. And her cards lying next to it, perhaps she might play with them if she got bored enough. She was standing near the cabinets looking for something to munch on, something that wouldn't involve much cooking. Though she eventually settled on pancakes, an odd choice maybe but it was food. She diced blueberries up and placed it in the batter. The smell slowly leaked to other parts of the ship. Though she was having a little difficulty handling stuff cause every time she twitched her fingers pain ran up her arm.
ace Ace yawned and stretched, crawling out of his bed begrudgingly. He'd taken an hour nap but worried that something might happen while the others were asleep, and so slowly he pulled himself out of sleep. With a groan he slid on a pair of pants, grabbed a shirt, and headed out his door for the kitchen. He'd spent the better part of his day either in his bunk or on the bridge and was avoiding Monica. Luckily it was late enough now and he figured his chances were slim to none to running into her.
He slid an arm into his white button up as he cross through the dining room and then froze when he heard noise. He groaned when he caught a flash of red hair, but continued slipping into his shirt and stepped into the kitchen. He had the urge to say something snappy and rude but he bit it back and went to make coffee instead, keeping silent.
monica Monica heard somebody enter the kitchen; however she didn't care so much as to look to see who it was. She reached for the spatula on the counter; she groaned slightly as she flipped the two pancakes she was cooking. She muttered something, "usetheothergorramhandstupid" She wasn't sure how loud it was, but it ran together in a jumbled line of words. She reached pulling out a plate, with the left this time, and she got the thing onto it after a few tries and not dropping them. She turned off the heat, and spun around with the plate in her hand.
ace Ace continued fixing himself coffee and turned to face Monica, waiting for the pot to finish brewing. "Another drunkin' slip?" He asked, moodily, wishing his coffee would hurry up and finish brewing.
monica Her eyes meet his, and she was a bit to surprise to see him standing there. She waited to say something incredibly sarcastic or just plain mean. Though the way she had been counting in her head, he was in the right and she was not. "Doesn't rightly matter." She said blankly, as she went to the little table. She placed the food down on the round table she was going to eat in here, no reason to sit at the big old table by herself. She walked back to get some syrup and a fork, she stopped in her step. She was going to say something; she knew she should say something. Despite everything she didn't want it to be like this between them. Though nothing came out, so she just went and sat at the high stool like chair, one of three that was at the table.
ace Ace sighed and grabbed himself a mug. "Whatever Walker." He said with a sigh, pouring himself a cup.
"Well... " He said, taking a sip. "Best keep off the sauce." He said, trying to get over himself and act somewhat civil. He stood there feeling awkward still, and finally decided to grab something to go. He pulled out an apple and then continued to rummage for a main course.
monica She stared eating, but it was all awkward with the other hand. So she switched to the right. Monica listened to him, glaring at her food the whole time. "Well the Rums gone..." She commented grumpily. Like she didn't have any left at all, none stashed away. Nothing. Which was just damn annoying since it would be a few days before she could get more. Though she was sure something was in the cabinet here in the kitchen, but Emerald keeps a lock on it.
She was trying to hold the fork in her hand, but was no good. She growled something in Spanish tossing the fork down and sliding the plate a bit from herself. She sat wanting to scream or throw something again. Or cry... damn she wouldn't do that.
ace Ace watched her for a moment when she made the comment about the rum and then sighed as she pushed the food away from herself. She'd hurt herself that much was obvious and so he walked over, seating himself at the table beside her and without a word began cutting up her pancakes. When he had separated the meal into individual chewable bites he slid the plate back to her and stood, walking back to the counter and the sandwich he had been making.
monica Now that Monica wasn't expecting, and she stayed silent while he did so. She gently laid her hand in her lap so he wouldn't see the bruising that was clustered around her knuckles. A slight admiring-confused look replaced her glaring that she had been doing. Monica wasn't sure if she should say anything. It would seem their better 'conversations' of sort or rather just plain interaction was done better without any words to fuddle up what each was really meaning.
"Sheh Sheh" Monica said to him, looking over her shoulder at him as she did. It was Chinese for Thank you, and the tone in which she spoke it was soft, almost like that of an intimate whisper. The kind that rolls off the lips, with deep meaning. The gal rarely thanked anyone, but it was the least of what she should say. What she wanted to say. She hurt him; she knew that she did in some manner. She was sorry about it and she wished she could fix it, without mucking it up again. She didn't know how, so for the moment she'd just eat. And maybe he'd stay once he finished making his sandwich. She wouldn't even talk, not that that was a hard thing to imagine her doing. At this point she wasn't sure, and so she ate thinking to herself eyes drifting over on him every so often, though discreetly.
ace Ace sighed, finishing with his sandwich. "You're welcome." he put his dinner and an apple on a plate and stood there looking at her for a moment. "Listen Walker, I'm sorry. I crossed the line, and well... shipboard anythings aren't a good idea, and well, you know me I'm a simple man, like things clean and easy." He shook his head running a hand over the back of his head, ruffling his already messy hair. "And let's face it Walker, you are a riddle wrapped in a mystery stuffed inside an enigma." He chuckled softly then. "Which ain't exactly easy." He shook his head again, lost in his thoughts.
monica "They complicate things and then when things don't workout... 'air more n' two people get hurt. The rest til have ta deal with whatever be left..." She had already got it set in her mind that whatever with Ace wouldn't work, it was easier to ignore a thing if she thought it wasn't going to work. It was just a stupid excuse; if she took a chance on something she might be pleasantly surprised at it. Wasn't like her gorram life was what she wanted anyway. She was quite a moment. Then she added "And you ain't have ta be sorry about nothin'."
She nodded her head agreeing with what he had said before. "No it ain't exactly easy." She chuckled at her thoughts "Hell n' I live with me... ain't no shiny shindig." And then the amusement faded from her voice, "I'm the one was actin' outa place, n' then I Bao Xin Jiu Huo,... I just..." She paused searching for the words to explain. Though she couldn’t find what to say, not in any of the languages she knew.
ace He laughed then. "Oh the rest a' the crew'er big kids they'd be fine. Plus it'd give them something to talk on." He said taking a bite of his sandwich, not wanting to wait any longer. "But don't worry about it, it's in the past, ain't nothin' to get all upset about. I shouldn't a thought more on it than I did."
He sipped his coffee then and relished it's hot bitterness.
monica She gave him a small smile and pointed to the chair next to herself with a sort of bop of the head. "Come, have a seat. Ain't no reason ta stand, and ain't no reason ta leave." She told him as she took a sip of her water. She wished she had some kind of pain killers, though she'd have to ask Dori for umm, and then she'd ask her why and Monica didn't want that. The pain was showing just slightly.
ace Ace looked from side to side as if he were being watched for his reaction. He wasn't sure what he should do. He was no fan of cat and mouse and while he liked the chase he liked knowing that he'd eventually win, and Monica gave no signs that he'd ever win. Still, he liked her presence and the only way to bit back the feelings he had was to simply do it, get over them and move on.
Hesittantly he took his plate and coffee and sat down at the table with Monica, making sure to keep some distance between them. Wasn't any use in allowing for temptation, especially considering he'd given in to it just hours before.
Taking another bite of his sandwich he also decided to bite the bait. "What happened to yer hand, if you don't mind me askin'?" He asked, nodding his chin at her hidden and injured hand.
monica Monica continued eating for a few minutes trying to avoid answering the question. But she could feel his eyes on her so she glanced up at him with a shrug. "Gorram hull is harder than I was expectin'" She offered up as an answer. Then she chuckled, "Ain't no fear of Lorrayna falling apart or nothin'" She tried making a joke out of it but she rolled her eyes at the stupidness of it. "Don't matter any though." She added about her hand.
ace Ace let out a quick chuckle. "Well Walker, you've got balls to think you could go up against the ship and win." He took another bite of his sandwich then, nodded towards her. "Although from the glimpse I caught it looks like you put up a good fight." He smirked, tight lipped, cheeks buldging slightly with his half chewed bite.
"You should have Dori take a look at it. Otherwise might heal funky." He commented with a nod. "And we can't have our fabulous gunner acting not so fabulous now can we?" He gave her a wink then and took another bite, trying to be as non-chalant as possible.
monica She gave a thoughtful chuckle, to herself more than anything else, Fabulous...??.
"While that maybe true, I think it'll heal just fine. Just some bruising, ain't no reason to bother the Doc over that." Monica avoided the infirmary whenever possible. She was worse than a little child. It would really take the Captain making her to see the Doctor about it or Dori finding her first. Although on lucky enough occasions a few others have gotten her to go. However she had that 'I ain't goin' ta go' look on her face.
Though Monica was thinking she should go, maybe she should go. She's had plenty of hand injuries, and this one was feeling like a break. How pain ran up her hand every time she attempted to do something, just moving her fingers. But she would stick to her 'it's just bruised' story until otherwise noted. Which would be by Dori, and she wasn't going. It was stupid Walker stubbornness. Or maybe, maybe it was Monica wanting to see how much Ace would press the issue first. Could it have been that, she wanted him to make her go? She stared off towards the coffee pot a moment with the thought.
ace Ace chuckled and shook his head, taking another sip of his coffee. "Well I ain't yer mama, so you can do as you please, but if Dori catches it, you know she'll do that whole, 'giving you hell in a quiet contemplative manner' thing that she does. And Lord help you if the Captain catches it." He said taking another bite. "Cause while I'm no doctor, that looks broken to me, and if she found out you went to a job with a broken hand on purpose well, she might get right sour about the position you put the job in, what with you being the one in charge... and not even able to eat proper with it like it is." He said gently, but knowingly. He couldn't make her go see Dori, but he could point out all the reasons why seeing Dori was to the best of her advantage, and all he could do was hope that that would be enough. "But you do whatever that stubborn little heart of yours tells you is right." He smiled, giving her a wink.
monica Monica knew Ace was right, if'n the Captain found out she'd be rather annoyed at the fact. Monica imagined a severe talkin'. And then she'd ask her why she punched the wall, and while it was only just a little about that thing that happened earlier, she'd still have to explain. Plus the Captain had odd sorts of ways of just knowing things. Sometimes Monica wondered if she had cameras or something hiding all around ship. That wouldn't surprise her really.
"Maybe I'll see how it is in thee mornin' ..." She told him after quietly contemplating it for a few moments. She finished her glass of water, and then placed it on her empty plate, before taking the dishes to the sink. She started clearing the counter, and cleaning up after the cookin' she'd done. She was bearing threw the pain; damn she knew it was broke. She glanced over her shoulder at him inquisitively, "N' how could you tell if it were broke or not?"
ace "Well." Ace said, still ate the table, finishing off half of his sandwich. "If you can't grab nothin' and if it's all swelled up and gnarled the way it looks from the peeks I got, well, that's generally a good indication that it's broke." He said, nodding.
monica Monica stayed silent while she finished straightening up. She knew he was right, and she wasn't going to argue the fact any longer. It took her twice as long as it usually would have. But she was being stubborn and not letting it affect her, well for the most part. And she defiantly wasn't going to ask for help. Once she got things dried and put away she glanced at Ace at the table.
ace Ace finished his sandwich, feeling more than a little awkward as he time went on. One little kiss and suddenly silence was no longer something he felt comfortable sharing with Monica. It held too much in his imagination, and he couldn't help but picture all the unsaid information lingering out there. When he finally finished his last bite he drained his coffee and stood bringing them both to the sink and washing them quickly.
"Well," He said, when he was finished. "I guess I better get back to the bridge." He said lamely, picking up his apple off the kitchen table. "Wouldn't wanna accidentally run inta nothin' while I was dallying." He added. "That might be emberassin' what with this bein' space and all." He gave a half hearted chuckle and ran a hand through his hair.
monica Monica sighed inwardly, thinking to herself. It had gotten awkward again which she didn't like. "Alright..." She shook her head sounding a bit disappointed in the tone of the word. Monica shook her head again this time with a slight chuckle. "Course, wouldn't want us crashin' into nothin'" She walked over to the table standing next to it. She wanted to say something, something meaningful, cause even though both were saying it was alright, it wasn't. And it had only been a few hours. How long could she play this little game of avoidance. Monica tugged on her lip, looking at him.
ace Ace laughed a half hearted chuckle, and rubbed his apple absentmindedly on his shirt. "Yeah, gotta hate that nothin'." He said with a nod of his head. "Well," He said after a moment of silence, shuffling back and forth from foot to foot. "I guess I'll get to that." And with that he turned for the door.
monica Monica nodded, letting him leave. Though once he was gone she sat at the table mumbling to herself in Spanish and messing with her cards. Though she could shuffle them so that just made her mad. So she decided to go back to her bunk... though have way to it she stopped turned around and headed to the infirmary. Figured this would scare or at the very least surprise Dori in the morning. But If she didn't she might change her mind about it. So Monica slid into the infirmary as quite as she could. Not that anyone was around, and she clasped in a chair to sleep until Dori comes in later.