"You don't give clean enough credit." Ceara argued with Jericho good naturedly. Hell, what could he say though, he was bathing pretty damned often himself since she sauntered into his life cursing at a caravan, brushed his teeth, didn't sleep in puddles of puke anymore, alla that shit. She shook her head faintly and then tucked a stray lock of black hair back behind one ear. Even her hair was still clean and shiny, silky after three weeks in the wastes. It's a good thing she's so damned good at scrounging. "Remind me to talk to you about my new plan when we get home." she said, before she forgot her plan again. All this talk of bathing had reminded her.
There was no reaction at all when Nova practically climbed in Simon's lap, however she did arch a brow at Jericho. Now was not the time or the place to start shit with him, not in front of everyone and certainly she wasn't going to give Nova the benefit of knowing things weren't quite as roses as they used to be. It was hard not to get a little upset though and Jericho, sitting as close as he was could certainly see the color rise in her cheeks, up her throat and along her ears. Her own chest was something along the lines of champagne glass but he'd said they were perfect repeatedly so now why in hell was he staring down Nova's shirt. The nudging got Jericho a flash of green eyes and the tip of a dark brow. It was subtle but yes, he had pushed one of her buttons. Pissed isn't quite the right word though, unhappy maybe a little unsure, yeah but the missing spots thing she knew was just Jericho fucking with Simon so that alone wouldn't have upset her much. If he thought Nova worth every penny he could certainly go back to only getting laid when he paid for it though.
She glanced from Jericho and Simon over towards Mary and Arlington arcing that brow again when she saw that Arlington was coloring. She couldn't help but smile herself. The two looked okay and it was probably best to let the quiet one deal with the skittish one for now, she'd calm down soon enough then they could all make friends. She glanced back to Simon and tilted her head thoughtfully. "How good are you with your hands?" a blink, fuck.. "I mean, did you ever help out engineering or maintenance?" she looked from him to Mary, "You too, you ever build anything?"
The woman was touching him again. It was different than when Arlington did it, more forced, even less comfortable.
Simon's frown was obvious, one hand having curled around his glass to down another shot, but remained where it was as he attempted to figure out a way out of the situation. When he tried to turn to directly question Nova, he instead got an eyefull of cleavage. Obviously, no one was planning on saving him, and the majority of those at the table just seemed happy enough to watch and enjoy themselves. Go team.
Sex. He got it. He wasn't interested, or at least wasn't comfortable with the idea of particularly doing it now with her, but at least he understood what she was after. Poorly-disguised innuendo seemed rampant in the Wasteland, and he'd already gotten his fill so far with a rather uncomfortable conversation with that strange woman in Big Town. Was this Megaton's answer to Bittercup?
"I know how to wash myself just fine." He offered as politely as he could, though his smile came off more as an uneasy smirk. He shifted his head a little, trying to get the fingers to stop lightly pawing through his hair, though admittedly at least part of that felt nice. "Maybe some other time."