it's a BLACKED out BLUR---toni

[Owen Nicholas Knightly]

I ' V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.

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Owen may have had one drink too many. Ok maybe two or three too many but he wasn’t nearly drunk enough. Sitting in the cargo hold, his arm still hurt. Hence the drinking. The job had gone a little south; a knife had gotten stabbed into his arm. It had been an easy fix but Owen was very annoyed that it had happened. The guy had paid and probably not in the best way. He had shot the guard but wasn’t sure if he was alive or not. Hopefully he wasn’t or else that’d be bad news. Unless he bled out, Owen saw no reason he would’ve perished since he shot his leg. They were all careful not to kill any Alliance guards since it would have shot off a huge red flag. So far as they left Persephone behind, nothing appeared on the cortex about perished. If it were to appear there at all.

Taking a swig of one bottle, he stumbled up hatch window. He couldn’t see the planet anymore which was good. Either that or his vision was way off. Not caring he just shrugged before trying to walk up the stairs to the catwalk. Stairs were not his friend right now. Even after just a few his depth perception was a little off even if he was able to think fairly clearly. reaching the top he gripped the rail a moment as he regained focus. With a pause he realized he would go bug his best friend, Toni. Whistling he walked through the corridors past his room and the ones reserved for other passengers. Nearing her room, Owen’s voice climbed up a bit. ”Oh Miss Toni! I have brought us beverages!” He poked his head through the door way with a crooked grin on his face. Toni was one of his favorite people to drink with. They always had some good laughs even if Sebastian got annoyed with how loud they were. But he didn’t care so much as long as he enjoyed his night after a big missions. Plus he wanted to further numb the pain in his arm.

Owen had changed since being back in the tin case. His jacket was put back on, with a newly patched area. That had ticked him off the most but it added more character to his father’s already worn jacket. It had survived the war so only fitting it it got through this fire fight as well. Making himself comfortable on Toni’s bed, he handed a bottle of rum to her. ”Come. Drink. Be merry with me!”

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[Toni Star]

THAT. FACE. OF. AN. ANGEL.

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Toni thought back to how she had assumed there was nothing left to do that day but go to bed. Funny how things never seem to go as planned. Five minutes ago she had been storing her tools into their respectful sections in her toolbox. She had then closed it, locked it, slid it under her bed and hid her key in the small jewelry box she owned. It was childish and small and held nothing valuable except memories of a childhood that seemed so out of place and faraway that someday she was sure she was just thinking of a movie of someone else's life because Steamhardt was her life now and she loved almost every minute of it.

Following that routine she quickly undressed from her jumpsuit and changed into shorts, rather short shorts, and a tank top. She washed her face, brushed her hair and teeth and crawled onto bed, opening Steamhardt's mechanic guide or rather a guide to a ship of the same design as Steamhardt, as Steamhardt was not a new ship when purchased and didn't seem to come with a manual, instructions or much of anything except rust and hope. Sure she knew Steamhardt inside and out but it was a good idea to keep herself familiar with her baby in case of an emergency situation. Plus it was a good bedtime story for her.

That's about the time she heard Owen's singsong voice which could only mean one of two things. He was drunk, or he had just gotten laid. Usually they tended to go hand and hand but today apparently not so much. She rolled her eyes and couldn't help but grin at the man she wished she could call her own. Setting down her book she pulled her feet up and sat indian style on the bed as he settled himself down as if he lived there and being good friends like they were, he practically did, always following her around or bugging her in the engine room or poking his head in her bedroom.

"Well I guess as long as you're paying I can't refuse a good drink..." She grinned and reached for the bottle, snatching it from him and taking a swig. "But seriously, how many have you had? You look completely smashed my good friend." She teased and giggled, poking him lightly on his flushed cheek.

[Owen Nicholas Knightly]

I ' V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.

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The way Toni lived in the engine room he wondered if she even realized how far off they were from where they had pulled the heist. Now they were off to refuel and he was tempted to offer doing it at his home planet. He knew his mom was eager to give the crew a home cooked meal(who didn't she want to cook for) and his best friend wanted to meet the elder woman. Owen already knew they'd get along because they were both bubbly people. Even after his mom had finished mourning her husband's death, she went back to being a caring woman willing to help everyone. She had an open door policy that anyone who wanted advice, a meal or just to chat was welcome to visit. Even kids stopped by because she had all of Owen's old tools and taught them different things they could make. Yeah, Owen's mom was a fairly awesome woman. Just like Toni.

Though he had a feeling Toni hadn't been in an awesome mood earlier. When Owen and Emilie had returned from distracting the feds, his arm was already soaked. His jacket was on his lap and a bit of torn shirt was tied tournaquet style. The doctor from the other ship had done a temporary fix bug bacj at Steamhardt the new girl fixed him up good. After that Owen had retreated to change and booze up before coming to see Toni. At least he was at the fun stage of it all.

Owen fell a little too hard against the wall the bed was against. His arm stung and he looked over at the wrapped wound. If it still stung to hit then take another swig or two. "Well considering this job paid well I had to buy." The unopened bottle was set aside until the other one was finished. He shifted his position so he sat comfortably facing Toni. "Well I can still feel this wound some so enough to make me happy but not enough to where my body can't be felt." Owen wasn't one for pain meds as he thought they were for weaker men. Unless a bullet had gone through him then one might as well save it for a more serious injury. Owen leaned forward and frowned. A e did so he couldn't help but notice hiw her sleep clothes fit her very nicely. Owen hardly saw her as more then a friend but right now she was a very attractive friend. "I'm sorry for worrying you. Or at least I think I did. Was a bit preoccupied by te blood." He rubbed at his cheek before poking her back in the belly. When drunk Owen was extremely playful unless he had hardly slept recently. Then he was very quiet.

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Toni snorted and reached for the bottle, taking a swig and giggling softly as he poked her. She swatted his hand away and gave him a look. "I will bite your fingers off..." She murmured and took another drink, starting to feel the warm sensation slowly creeping up her body as the alcohol started to take its effect. She leaned over and was slowly and slowly caring less and less about how much cleavage or any other portion of skin she was revealing to him as she poked him in the nose, finally relinquishing the bottle to him.

"Mhm you know I hate when you run off on a job... always makes me scared you're gonna get hurt... guess I had the right to worry this time..." She nodded towards his bandage and resisted the urge to jab him in his wound, mostly because she knew he wouldn't feel it with all the alcohol in his system. Maybe she would smack him in the morning for making her worry but for now she would let him celebrate their victory... if that's what he was drinking for. Owen didn't usually need a reason to get drunk other than to get drunk.

"You promise to take me home to your mom? You might want to... I think I kind of... sent her a wave about this... so you're gonna have to explain to her this series of events..." Yeah Toni had a habit of keeping his mother up to date. Sure they've never met but as Owen's best friend, she felt it her job to keep in touch with her mom in case... well one of the jobs went south one day. Plus it was amusing that it usually annoyed Owen that she got along with his mom so much. She couldn't wait till Owen finally brought her to meet his mom.

She stole the bottle again and giggled, sticking her tongue out at him and leaned in to stare at him almost serious which was hard to do in her current state. "So make sure you call her when you're sober. She hates when you try to talk to her drunk, you can never focus..." She mumbled and lost it, giggling and falling back on the bed in a fit. "You look so funny right now!"

[Owen Nicholas Knightly]

I ' V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.

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Toni snorted and reached for the bottle, taking a swig and giggling softly as he poked her. She swatted his hand away and gave him a look. "I will bite your fingers off..." She murmured and took another drink, starting to feel the warm sensation slowly creeping up her body as the alcohol started to take its effect. She leaned over and was slowly and slowly caring less and less about how much cleavage or any other portion of skin she was revealing to him as she poked him in the nose, finally relinquishing the bottle to him.

Owen laughed as he rubbed his hand along his torso. He hardly felt that which was a good thing. Owen was well on his way to being in the drunken state that he wished to be in. When he could no longer feel anything from emotions to pain, then he was in the proper place. A place where he could pass out and finally get some semi-restful sleep. Not that people approved of the way he tried to catch some sleep. His mother knew of it thanks to Toni and the two girls were very vocal about how it was a dangerous it was he did that. But he couldn’t sleep without being someplace that felt like he was right in. That had once been Verbana as he had a close connection with his family. perhaps he needed that closeness again to really get some good sleep. Sleep was far from his mind though as he continued to be playful with Toni. The same girl who could annoy and make him laugh in one hour. ”Oh kinky. Only if i get to bite back.” Owen wiggled his eyebrows playfully as another easy laugh fell out. When he wasn’t drinking because of a bad memory he could really have a lot of fun after one too many.

"Mhm you know I hate when you run off on a job... always makes me scared you're gonna get hurt... guess I had the right to worry this time..." She nodded towards his bandage and resisted the urge to jab him in his wound, mostly because she knew he wouldn't feel it with all the alcohol in his system. Maybe she would smack him in the morning for making her worry but for now she would let him celebrate their victory... if that's what he was drinking for. Owen didn't usually need a reason to get drunk other than to get drunk.’

With a sigh, Owen shook his head. There had been no reason to worry and he didn’t get why the mechanic did it so often. ”I’m fine, got it? I’m not dead and the stitches will get taken out in a week or so. Then I’ll still be as sexy as before. Hell, I’ll be even sexier with a brand new scar.” He was a cocky one when it came to his looks and his ability to do things. But being cocky wasn’t always a bad thing. Sometimes it helped him charm his way into a few beds. But as she continued on the depressing topic of his job, the smile was wiped off Owen’s face and moved into a hard form. Why was she still waving his mom when he had shown it made her uncomfortable? He straightened his back as he shook his head. ”Ya know I wanna go home for a visit but there was no reason to send her word about this. I didn’t die and I’m not doped up after being cut open. Just got a weave and then some stitches. I’m fine.” Owen didn’t like to worry her when there was no reason to. He had gotten worse wounds and bigger near misses. Like how he was nearly shot but snatched the gun in just enough time. But he didn’t tell the woman who gave birth to him that. He knew she’d have a heart attack if she knew half the things he had been involved in. Why Toni went over his head in telling her made him a little more then irritated.

Owen kicked off his shoes to reveal his sock clad feet. He pulled them up as he half laid next to Toni. His arm kept himself propped up as his head was near where her’s was upright. His face softened as he tried to move away from the topic of him getting stabbed. ”I am focusin just fine thank you. Like I am focused very much on how much prettier you look not covered in grease. Not that you don’t look all pretty all the time but you look too manly all dirty like.” When drunk his speech hovered between his broken English and being more proper like Toni. It was often amusing to see him talking because his words didn’t slur along like many people. Perhaps because his words already sloshed together when he talked on a normal basis.

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