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Trial Run: The Queen of Hearts Folds
(AKA: The Queen of Cores Folds)
A grumble of frustration was heard as a male Disassembler dressed in western styled getup dropped his cards on the table. Beside him, the sombrero wearing Serial Designation F did the same. “Fold.” He translated for the grumble and for his own decision.
“Same…” Spoke a male Disassembly Drone with short and spiky hair, wearing a black half-zip fleece. He slapped his cards on the table and crossed his arms, glaring ahead.
“Alright, friends.” The trenchcoat wearing Z smirked as he laid out his hand. “Four of a kind.”
“FUCK!” K slammed his fist on the table, showing off a Full House. “Motherfucking cheatin’ bitch!”
“Don’t whine. You made the mistake of going all in.” Z chuckled, pulling the pile of tokens on the table toward him with his tail.
“You fuckin’ dealt the cards! You obviously gave your-fucking-self the best hand, you shithead!” K leaned on the table and pointed at the marksman.
“You can insult me all you want, K. But a cheater is something I’m not. You’re just a sore loser.” Z brought his cigar to his lips.
K clenched his fists and prepared to launch over the table and tackle the sharpshooter when the cowboy huffed.
“B has a point, K. There wasn’t much dinero in the pool, anyway. You’ll make that back on the next mission.” F chuckled as he adjusted his mustache.
“Speaking of…G’s been quiet on giving out missions lately.” Z said as he blew out a puff of smoke. “When was the last time you had a mission, A? ………A?” He looked over at the fleece wearing drone, who was looking elsewhere.
A was staring at J, who was walking by at the time with her hips swaying seductively, and wearing a tight looking button-up shirt with the top buttons purposefully undone in order to show off her chest. As A nearly started to drool, Z’s snapping fingers in his face brought him back to reality.
“I know she’s hard to look away from, buddy, but pay attention.” Z chuckled.
“Not cool, man! …I was enjoying that sight. Where is she going?” A looked back, noticing her approaching a table with a lone drone at it.
B humphed and raised a brow, with F translating it as “She’s already trying to make her move on the new guy?”
“Unfortunately, it seems so.” Z rolled his eyes, taking a deeper puff of his cigar.
“Heh, guess you and T weren’t fucking enough for her, huh?” K chuckled.
“Oh, that’s the new guy you told us about, K?” A looked at the foulmouthed drone.
“Yeah….that little smartass threw a fuckin’ dumbbell at me.”
“Yeah, after you threw one at him, amigo.” F chuckled, “Apparently, novato over there thought it was a greeting.” He heard B let out a single snort.
“I hit the little bastard right in his fuckin’ visor! Straight up indented his fucking head! And yet he got up and walked it fucking off, the little shit…Bigger cheater than Z here, he is. He should have had to go to the fucking Yard!”
“For God’s sake…” Z sighed and his palm met his visor.
Gamma’s optics were glued to his game, the handheld in front of his visor as his thumbs moved between the buttons. The only time he paused was to reach down to his tray and grab some scraps to throw in his mouth. As he chewed, the sound of peg feet walking toward him could be heard. Well, if he wasn’t fully invested in his game at the moment. He didn’t even notice the figure standing in front of him with her hands on her hips.
“Ahem.”
No response. He was still focused on his game. That is, until snapping fingers got between his face and the screen. “Hey hey hey!” He shoved the hand away and lowered the game down, looking up at the one interrupting him. “Oh, hello J.”
“Hey there, stud.” She responded.
“My name’s Gamma.”
“You know…” She continued, ignoring his correction. “I didn’t really get a chance to officially welcome you to the team. Also, I wanted to thank you for letting me know about the hole in my shirt. Nearly lost some pens that day.”
“Oh…Well, you’re welcome. And is there an official welcoming ceremony?” He raised a brow at her, before his eyelight hollowed at finally seeing her unbuttoned top.
“Well, you could say that…I’ll be honest, I’ve been…needy, lately. Z’s busy playing cards, and T’s busy with some paperwork. Likely found some contraband from the troublemaking brothers again…” She rolled her eyes. “And G’s too small to satisfy any-” As she looked back down at him, she followed his line of sight to her cleavage and smirked. “Oh, a fan of them, huh?”
“......Why do I keep staring?” His eyelights blinked.
“They are E’s, if you were curious.” She leaned over, giving him a better view and causing his visor to blush.
“What are these unfamiliar feelings? Am I malfunctioning?” A slight bit of panic could be heard in his voice.
“That…could be another word for it. How about you and I go to my room, and I help you figure out those feelings.” She tugged at her top, loosening another button and allowing more of her chest to spill out. Her smile widened when she saw his gaze following her breasts as they swayed from her movements. “I’ll let you do whatever you want with them.”
Gamma blinked and finally tore his gaze to look at her visor with a confused expression. “What would I do with them?”
J paused and suppressed a laugh. “You know. Anything. Fondle them. Motorboat them. And if you are good enough, I might even let you stick your rod between them.”
“My rod? I do not own a bar of metal. Am I supposed to have one?”
“What? Come on, your staff.”
“I do not have one of those for a weapon, J.”
“No, stupid…Your manhood.”
Gamma blinked and reached around to grab the hood of his jacket. “This?”
J facepalmed and growled under her breath. “For Jenson’s sake…Your cock, moron.”
“.......Why would I have a chicken?”
“I’m going to slap you, idiot. I’m taking you to my room to have fun with your member. Shit…”
“Why does your room require someone to have a member-ship? And what benefits would come with being a member?”
At this point, J was gripping her pigtails in annoyance. “Are you fucking serious!? Your third leg! Pitching a tent? Your dick! Have you really not heard of any of these terms?”
Gamma just stared at her with one eye spinning, shaking his head.
“Can’t believe I have to spell it out for you…I want your penis inside me. You understand that?”
“Oh……Why would you want it in you?” He flinched back as J’s fist slammed on the table.
“What do you mean!? You seriously don’t know-...How old are you? I don’t even think N is this clueless!”
Gamma blinked before his eyes vanished. “My database says that my body was built to resemble the age of 18 for drones. And my AI was housed in a private server to rapidly learn and age… But I only woke up in this body more than a week ago.” His eyelights returned to find J staring at him with her mouth slightly agape.
“.......So you truly have no idea what I’m talking about?” She sighed as he shook his head. “I…I’d offer to give you your first time…But this interaction has annoyed me too much… Jenson’s sake…” She pinched the middle of her visor and turned to walk away.
“Wait…”
She turned back around with a raised brow.
“What are those things on your chest called?”
She balled her fist as she suppressed a scream. “.....Breasts…”
“Thank you, J.” He nodded and waved as she continued her trek.
“Straight flush, fellas.” Z’s cocky smirk shined on his face as the rest of the table groaned in frustration. Or in K’s case, growled.
“I’m starting to think K was right, Z…” A glared at the marksman.
“He’s gotta be fucking cheating!” K yelled from his seat, fury painted on his faceplate.
“I deal out these cards evenly, guys. I do not save the best for myself. You all just have bad poker faces.” Z replied as he gathered up the cards and started shuffling them again. As he started doing a rainbow shuffle with them, he noticed J walking over with a befuddled look on her face as she redid her top.
“Por que tu ceredando la tienda, chula? Quería mirar escaparates un poco más. (Why are you closing the store, sexy? I wanted to window shop some more.)” F smirked at her as she approached.
J rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips. “Don’t even know what you said… Sorry, guys. I think I’m not in the mood anymore. The new guy…Jenson, I’m annoyed…”
B looked at her with a brow raised in curiosity, F translating his humph as “What did he do?”
“You aren’t going to believe this, but…”
Gamma jolted in his seat as he heard loud laughter emanate from the table J walked over to, pausing his game to take a glance over. He saw F keeled over on the floor wheezing, having fallen out of his chair. Z’s palm was in his face, the sharpshot clearly holding back laughter. B had pulled off his hat and was covering his face with it, muffled laughter being faintly heard. A had his arms crossed over his stomach, virtual tears in his eyes as he fell out of his chair howling with a wide smile. K was banging on the table with his fist as he practically choked on his laughter. The foulmouth soon looked up at J, pointing a finger at her before pointing it toward Gamma’s direction.
“You’re fucking lying! He can’t be that fucking stupid!”
Gamma blinked and looked down at his game, the pause screen staring back at him as he sat unmoving. “I think I want to leave… I did finish eating, so I have no reason to stick around the cafeteria.” He folded his game closed and stood up, grabbing his empty tray and tossing it into the nearest bin. As he slowly marched slouched towards the exit, he paused by the table the other guys were at. “What is so humorous?”
“You, dumbass!” K slapped the table again.
“You’re more clueless than N!” A slowly pulled himself off the floor, leaning on the table for support as he clutched his stomach. “Jenson, my stomach hurts…”
“Es tu cabeza hecho de agua, hombre? Tu eres un hombre lento! (Is your head made of water, man?! You are a slow man!)” F was leaning against B for support.
“........Is this about what I asked-”
“YES!” J yelled, still exasperated.
Gamma blinked and turned toward the exit. “Perhaps I should finish reading the manual Laura gave me.” And with that, he slouched toward the hall. Just as he approached the doors, a furious drone stomped through them. He was wearing a black leather hunting jacket, with his hair in a Faux hawk style with long sides.
“MOVE!” The drone shoved Gamma to the side as he headed for the card table, the prototype falling to the floor.
“Oh boy…What’s the problem this time, T?” Z looked at the newcomer as he shuffled the cards.
“What do you think it is, genius!?” T growled as he grabbed a chair and pulled it up to the table. “Found N with some contraband he didn’t report and M’s still not back from…whatever the hell he is doing.”
“G told me he let him and W go together on a quick mission.” J replied as she sauntered around to where T sat himself. “Surprised he allowed it, but apparently it was a high priority wipe on a small moon…”
“Really? They’ve been gone for a week. Even with the travel time, they should have returned by now! Wouldn’t it be more efficient to send a single elite or an actual squad?” T sighed and pointed at Z. “Deal me in…”
“Maybe you should sit this out while you are high strung, buddy.” Z responded.
“Hey, J. Tell him what you told us. That should get at least a smile.” A chuckled, finally getting comfortable in his seat again. “The new guy is worse than N.”
“New guy?” The table all pointed at the exit, T looking over to see Gamma leaving.
“Oh, I definitely will tell him…on the way to my room.” She placed a hand on her hip and looked at T, giving him a wink. “I know a way to relieve your stress.” And with that, she turned to leave.
“Yes, please.” He stood up and kicked the chair to the side. “I’m joining in next time, guys.”
“Have fun…” Z rolled his eyelights as he dealt the cards, watching T jog after J. “Alright, one more round. You gonna sit this one out, K? Or you gonna keep digging the debt pit deeper?”
“Fuck. You.”