WHO: Beth and Owen WHAT: Owen charmed Beth last night by pulling off his arm and almost rescuing all of them from Alpha. That didn't work and Owen got beat up instead, but Beth's still hot for him, so it works. What do you mean they'd only know each other 24 hours? Whatev.
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True to her word, Beth left Owen alone while they were still in the gym. Maybe it was the thrilling heroics (or attempt at such), or just his natural charm ... but hell, she liked him. A lot. And, well, they were stuck in this place and all might die at any minute. Beth was an open, aggressive sort of person, and the situation just made her more so.
She caught up with him later that night after dinner. "Hey. Hey, you."
Owen's prosthetic was in nasty shape. Apparently there were techs here, and he could give it to them to look at. It was clunky, and right now, he was working on flexing his fingers. Wasn't working so well, but at least it gave the appearance of having a limb. He was in the process of adjusting the damn thing. "Huh----? Oh, hey." He smiled, his face all bruisy and discolored.
"You want help with that?" Owen looked like hell, but they were battle wounds. Beth kind of loved that.
"Nah, it's fine, it's just a little glitchy. The thing isn't really meant to take a beating. It's sturdy, but not... that sturdy. I'll take a look at the insides and if I can't fix it I'll pass it off to your... tech people, or something, if they're not busy. It's Beth, right..?" Owen was way out of his element, a stranger here, a stranger to the whole system. He was working on getting used to it.
"It's Beth. There has to be someone in here that can fix it. I mean, they can build all this fancy stuff, they can probably fix your arm." Hopefully, right?
"It's fine, I get on fine without it, really. Didja need something?" Owen tilted his head, picking at a scab on his lip.
"Sort of." Beth took his hand, pulling it away from his mouth so she could kiss him. They were both bruised up, Owen worse than Beth, but they were alive.
Whoa----whoa. Oooh. Whoa. "Uh. Hi." Owen pulled back, his lip throbbing with pain. But... wow. "Beth."
"...Too soon?"
"Just surprised." Owen's prosthetic hand slid around Beth's waist and he pulled her in. "But I can roll with it. Are you drunk?"
Beth cocked an eyebrow. "I smell drunk? No, I'm not drunk."
"Neither am I." Owen kissed her, careful of his bruising. Nnf. Hurt to kiss. His whole face was kind of throbby and painful. He had to pull back to catch his breath. "You wanna go somewhere? I gotta blow off some steam if you're with me on that."
"I don't have a room mate." She leaned in for another kiss. Sure, it was quick. They'd known each other for, what, a day? But Beth was like that. Jack could have told you that. Beth just seem so damn sure of herself; when she talked to him, she wasn't putting effort into being sultry or seductive. It was just ... hi, I like you, I would enjoy making out with you and would like to try other things because you seem interesting. "Let's go somewhere."
"You want a roommate?" Owen could roll with this. She was sexually forward, he was sexually open, he could be just fine with this, really.
"Sure." Beth felt bad not sharing, anyway, with everyone all cramped. "I have a couch if you want it."
"I'll take it. But I get your bed for now."
"I like you."
"You're my style."
"That thing you did with your arm last night was hot."
Owen touched her cheek with the prosthetic. "How about this is the first thing you take off?"
"Well now you're just talking dirty. We're still in public, you know."
"So get me in private. You know the way."
Beth grinned, taking his good hand and leading him off. "Come on."