JANINE1
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Lister lounged comfortably in the Copacabana Hawaiian cocktail bar. Normally when he was in here he was alone, or with Kryten or Rimmer, and the ceiling fan would bother him. Not because of the inane buzzing, but only because it reminded him he was here alone. That this place was no longer brimming with the fake Hawaiian drunken excitement it was when the crew was alive. Today he could hardly hear that ceiling fan. He sat, finishing his second can of lager, across the table from Jack. Rimmer sat uncomfortably at the other end of the table, twiddling the straw of his whiskey. He was hard light, so he could drink with the rest of them, and that used to excite him, but it didn't seem to nearly as much.
"So, Jade... She sure is something." Said Lister, with an unnecessary laugh.
"I spose'." mumbled Jack.
"So how is it that you were the only two members on that vessel, yet you never met each other?" Asked Lister. Jack looked up from his lager to Lister, exposing his bloodshot eyes.
"You really believe her bullshit?" he exclaimed in a low mumble. Rimmer and Lister stared at him in confusion. "She don't want to know me. Thinks she is so much better than me. I did her a favor. She was way below my class." He mumbled, rather clearly for the amount of alcohol in his blood.
"What?" Asked Lister. "Never mind." he said, focusing his attention back on his lager, but he no longer felt like drinking.
"She's really pretty. I wonder how she is in bed." Said Lister, to no one in particular.
"She's Okay." he said.
"You slept with her?" Asked Rimmer.
"Oh yeah. She's always dying to sleep with me. Me being the young attractive researcher and everything. I just wish she wasn't so clingy."
Rimmer was confused at how he could be calling her clingy, when previously she had pretended to not even know him. Something wasn't adding up here. Even though he felt he had no chance with her at all, he felt discouraged by the news he heard. Apparently this guy already had her. If she were into guys like him, the type with careers like his, why would she ever be interested in him? She seemed like a nice girl, but obviously she wanted something he wouldn't be able to give her. Rimmer silently excused himself from the table, not noticed by either of them. As he walked towards his quarters, he passed by Jade, carrying a large duffle bag. Apperently she was moving her belongings onto the ship.
"Need any help with those?" he asked her. She stood hesitantly.
"I thought you were a hologram..." She said shyly, so as not to offend him. He smiled in a cocky manner, and reached out a hand for her bag. She was surprised when it didn't fall right through. "I've chosen a sleeping quarters... I hope you don't mind." She said.
"So you plan to stay?"
"That is... if I'm welcome."
"Of course you are!" He said, over-enthusiastically.
"Thanks. I'm really glad to get off that Pod all alone." "But what about that bloke, Jack?" Rimmer asked. Apparently Rimmer had caught on to her lie. "Right...him... we didn't spend all that much time together."
'Only the time in bed' Rimmer thought silently to himself. "Can I help you with anything else?" he offered.
"Only these." She said, motioning towards an enormous collection of miniature discs. Discs that contained her endless collection of books and writing.
A tiny label on one of the many discs shone up at him. 'Poetry'. He slipped it into his pocket. Rimmer smiled to himself.
***
Lister lounged comfortably in the Copacabana Hawaiian cocktail bar. Normally when he was in here he was alone, or with Kryten or Rimmer, and the ceiling fan would bother him. Not because of the inane buzzing, but only because it reminded him he was here alone. That this place was no longer brimming with the fake Hawaiian drunken excitement it was when the crew was alive. Today he could hardly hear that ceiling fan. He sat, finishing his second can of lager, across the table from Jack. Rimmer sat uncomfortably at the other end of the table, twiddling the straw of his whiskey. He was hard light, so he could drink with the rest of them, and that used to excite him, but it didn't seem to nearly as much.
"So, Jade... She sure is something." Said Lister, with an unnecessary laugh.
"I spose'." mumbled Jack.
"So how is it that you were the only two members on that vessel, yet you never met each other?" Asked Lister. Jack looked up from his lager to Lister, exposing his bloodshot eyes.
"You really believe her bullshit?" he exclaimed in a low mumble. Rimmer and Lister stared at him in confusion. "She don't want to know me. Thinks she is so much better than me. I did her a favor. She was way below my class." He mumbled, rather clearly for the amount of alcohol in his blood.
"What?" Asked Lister. "Never mind." he said, focusing his attention back on his lager, but he no longer felt like drinking.
"She's really pretty. I wonder how she is in bed." Said Lister, to no one in particular.
"She's Okay." he said.
"You slept with her?" Asked Rimmer.
"Oh yeah. She's always dying to sleep with me. Me being the young attractive researcher and everything. I just wish she wasn't so clingy."
Rimmer was confused at how he could be calling her clingy, when previously she had pretended to not even know him. Something wasn't adding up here. Even though he felt he had no chance with her at all, he felt discouraged by the news he heard. Apparently this guy already had her. If she were into guys like him, the type with careers like his, why would she ever be interested in him? She seemed like a nice girl, but obviously she wanted something he wouldn't be able to give her. Rimmer silently excused himself from the table, not noticed by either of them. As he walked towards his quarters, he passed by Jade, carrying a large duffle bag. Apperently she was moving her belongings onto the ship.
"Need any help with those?" he asked her. She stood hesitantly.
"I thought you were a hologram..." She said shyly, so as not to offend him. He smiled in a cocky manner, and reached out a hand for her bag. She was surprised when it didn't fall right through. "I've chosen a sleeping quarters... I hope you don't mind." She said.
"So you plan to stay?"
"That is... if I'm welcome."
"Of course you are!" He said, over-enthusiastically.
"Thanks. I'm really glad to get off that Pod all alone." "But what about that bloke, Jack?" Rimmer asked. Apparently Rimmer had caught on to her lie. "Right...him... we didn't spend all that much time together."
'Only the time in bed' Rimmer thought silently to himself. "Can I help you with anything else?" he offered.
"Only these." She said, motioning towards an enormous collection of miniature discs. Discs that contained her endless collection of books and writing.
A tiny label on one of the many discs shone up at him. 'Poetry'. He slipped it into his pocket. Rimmer smiled to himself.