driftfleet | video but mostly audio (LEAVE THE KIDS AT HOME WE WERE NSFW)

[Happy V-Day, everyone! Sam has been unfortunately busy this weekend. You know, working at the bars, getting convinced by certain stoner semi-angels to partake in a quick bar-hop. Or three. Or five. Also, what the fuck was in that Space Race drink? Because he felt just fine after the first hour, but then he went down like a sack of potatoes.

The black screen leaves a lot to the imagination, so far. Sam gives a tired, hungover groan and slaps around for the built-in alarm he'd set in the communications device, which is probably murderous on your guys' ears at first. When he grabs for it and peers to look at the time listed, the broadcast gives a good look at him in all of his glory -- who knew someone could have so many hickeys at once?]

Wha...

[He stares up at the ceiling, blinking wearily. This isn't... the ship...

But surely nothing crazy happened, he thinks. Just drank a little too much. He's usually super chaste and all, and it's not like he'd...

And then three blue arms reach out from the right side of the bed, curling over his chest.]

Awake already, gangly human...?

[And another copper-skinned arm reaches to pet his hair from his left. A few interesting memories resurface from the night before.]

Surprisingly durable to make up for your poor tolerance to alcohol, mmhmm.

[Sam's eyes widen rather comedically as he shoots up from the bed, dropping the video feed flat on its face again. The sounds of him shuffling back sounds close to the microphone, and there are quite a few giggling ladies, and it really makes you wonder how many are actually fitting in that bed. Judging from the way Sam is tripping over his words, he's probably floundering. Let your imaginations be your guide.]

Jesus -- what the -- I, um, sorry. I -- Wow, right. I should, should really be -- ohmygod, uh. You guys were all great, seriously, but I... Have a shift in three hours... I should...!!

[More giggling at the sound of rustling pants.]

Wow, Sam, you've gone so red; I didn't know humans could change colors! What a fascinating species.

[One of the human girls in the crowd laughs aloud.] Nah, he just goes from animal to nervous school boy in one morning flat.

Thank you for your time, ladies--

Don't you want to stay for breakfast? I know how to make pancakes!

That's really nice but--[He's just about now realizing that the feed is going, and he's too distracted to notice that he's about to trip right over someone's body on the floor.]--OOF!!

[The video THUDS, pointing at a wall. This is the most PG feed detailing a NC-17 night ever. A familiar voice -- the source of Sam's tripping -- smacks his lips while a background cacophony of the gals and guys littered around the room gossip and giggle and exchange ship names. Sam is dumbstruck.]

How many people are there?!

Ah. Morning, Sam.

Cas!?

Slow your roll, buddy, there's plenty of time for round two and three--

Ugh... Not this again...

--or four or five...

M'gonna be sick...... What was in that Space Racer...

[This is the worst.

Happy Valentine's Day.]

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Yeah, no. I'm probably not the person you need t'be apologizing to. You'd better not have a girlfriend; if you do, she is gonna kick your ass.

What? Of course I don't. No.

[How offensive. Look at his disbelief.

He's not gonna run off on his girlfriend.

... Because his actual girlfriends are either dead or their significant-others-they-thought-were-dead turn out to not be dead at all and come back to take their places. He has horrible, horrible luck, Kate.]

I just... drank liquor that was harder than I thought.

Ah, lightweight. Now I get it.

[ says the 21 year old. ]

... Well... yeah.

I kinda am.

[It's more surprising when you see him in person and realize he's a moose.]

I should've known better. I'm usually more responsible than this.

... Usually.

[ precisely the rather rude and invasive point she'd been about to make: ] It's just that we kinda got treated to a view not too long ago and -- frankly? You don't look it.

[ lightweight. ]

[Hey, at least it wasn't the waist down, okay. Small favors.]

I guess I just feel alcohol a lot faster than most my weight?

[Just ask Dean, it's muy embarrassing.]

Should've warned your alien babes that you were a cheap date, I guess.

They didn't mind.

............

I'm pretty sure I paid for the whole tab.

[MY BANK ACCOUNT NO]

I guess 'going dutch' isn't exactly an intergalactic term.

Wouldn't think so, no.

... At least I get breakfast.

[he's doing what kirk said okay SILVER LININGS]

And none of them apparently have any alien rituals of killing their spouses.

So that's. Good.

[ she can't actually judge. after all, it's not like she hasn't found herself eating pancakes with a kree warrior after a one night stand. just -- you know, it had been only one alien.

and damn good pancakes. ]

Hi, by the way. I'm Kate.

... Hi.

I'm Sam.

[He's never leaving his ship again.]

Yeah. I -- uh [ she smiles. ] Caught that.

................ Right.

I should. Uh. Go. Be a proper guest. I guess.

[staccato in speech 2 the maxxx

can you blame me]

Yeah-huh. 'Cause you'd hate to dine'n'dash, right?

Well... it's another social sin I don't need tallied to the rest of them.

Trust me: if a Kardashian can overcome something like this, so can you.

What a kind thought.

[ur killing me here, kate]

I'm just saying! There's a precedent set for spinning this kinda thing into a long-term reality TV career. You're in the clear.

[snerk

He appears to be much more humored, at least, less mortified.

But just a little.]

Are you saying I'm the next Kardashian?

I'm saying you're something. I just don't know what yet.

Good, because I have a butt about a shapely as a frog's.

[SO POSITIVE.]

But do you turn into a prince once you're kissed?

[ no filter. no filter. ]

[Despite that filterless talk, Sam just grins, dimples forming.

Might as well just accept his misery and embrace this moment, huh?]

Good question. If you hear a frog on the network later, it means it didn't work.

Careful, buddy. For all I know, there are frog people kicking around these parts.

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