"It looks like you gentlemen are having a good time," said Ariel as she
approached. She was wearing a pair of basic jeans and a sweatshirt. While it
was not meant to show off her figure. It somehow seemed to highlight her good
physique. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail more to have it out of
the way than anything. "It seems like almost everyone is here."
"Even me," Kimberly said as she approached the group.
At first, Colin hadn't recognized her. The typically very hard-faced engineer had her blond hair down, literally, with a small tight braid hanging down the left side of her face and the remainder of her hair pulled into a scrunchie that hung just off the left of the back of her head. She was wearing a sleeveless turtleneck with a short leather jacket over it and, even more than that, Colin was surprised that he was surprised to learn she had legs. Very long ones, in very nice shape. He'd never seen her out of uniform or sweatpants before, but now she wore a rather short, very flattering skirt. And she looked... a bit uneasy, which was the most incongruous part of her appearance.
Behind him, Finnegan nudged him, if only slightly, to try and keep him from staring, probably. "Glad you could join us, Kimberly," the priest greeted her.
Colin shook his head quickly, as if to clear it. "Well," he said, "since we're all here..." He nearly had to clear his voice to keep it from cracking. "Let's get to the transporter and down to the surface, shall we?"
(and convo here as we depart)
He led them to the closest transporter and moments later they were reassembling in a quiet park in downtown Dublin. The walk to the pub was only minutes long, and they were seated in a quiet backroom almost immediately.
Randy
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