It's afternoon on the 8th of December. It's been a lazy day for Jessica. Aside from a quick shower in the morning, she's spent most of the day in bed on her omni-tool. Currently, she's laying on her back in a pair of baggy, grey sweatpants and a tight white tanktop, hands behind her head as the omni-tool lays on her chest, filling the room with some Terminus tunes. High energy, hard, thumping dance music and a bit of heavier, alien screamo
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seems to be the venn diagram of her musical taste. Most likely to the dismay of whoever may be in the room next door. She absently bounces her foot against the bed to the music as she stares at the ceiling.
Yan Sun has spent most of the day online, alternately working on various projects of unclear purpose, keeping in touch with people halfway across the galaxy, or reading about galactic events or some new tech. She's currently seated at the desk so as to not crowd Jessica with the multitude of projected windows that supplement her laptop screen. The data drive Jessica gave her is plugged into her laptop, and its contents has been the
subject of most of her work today. Studying, searching, learning, wondering. Her head moves absent-mindedly to the beat of Jessica's music as she works. She doesn't seem to mind, in fact it's pretty clear that she's happy to have Jessica around even if they're doing their own things. Well, maybe aside from the occasional annoying interruptions. She's wearing her usual jeans and top combo with the hoodie she's favored in the
Jessica's music comes to an abrupt stop as a few beeps ring out, informing her of a message received. She furrows her brow with a grunt and lifts the omni-tool from her chest, frown forming at the lack of tunes and having to sit up. She scoots to put her back against the headboard and begins looking through her omni-tool. Her frown only grows and a look that could only be interpreted as panic begins to spread across her face as
Yan Sun blinks, moving an arm over the back of the chair as she looks over her shoulder to Jessica. "What's up?" she asks, eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion.
Jessica returns Yan Sun's look with a misplaced scowl, peering at her over the interface only briefly before another beep comes through and her eye snaps right back to the glow. "Gah!" she grunts in frustration, her fingers stabbing at the interface aggressively. In a huff, she shuts her omni-tool down and throws it down on the bed. The creases forming on her forehead are more than enough for Yan Sun to know she's not happy. "Get
ready! We are going out!" she grunts grumpily. "And wear something sexy! Something too sexy!" she demands.
Yan Sun seems utterly confused, her frown deepening a little as she tries to figure out what she missed. "I-... what?" she asks with a puzzled look.
Jessica's frown only deepens at Yan Sun's confusion as she scoots to the edge of the bed, bringing her feet to the floor. "S-o-m-e-t-h-i-n-g s-e-x-y!" she repeats incredibly slowly as if it may help her to understand, her sudden soured mood being directed at the wrong person, as seems to be her standard operating procedure.
Yan Sun turns the chair a bit to partially face Jessica, her mouth moving to the side in a confused grimace. "O...kay." she says with a slightly uncertain chuckle. "I feel like I missed something, what's wrong?"
Jessica's frown seems to relent a bit and she sucks in a deep breath. "Nothing is wrong." she lies, sounding a bit defensive as the words leave her mouth. "Kirill is coming and is wanting for us to meet him where we meet with him last time. At the club." she says. From her tone, there's probably more to it than that.
Yan Sun doesn't seem particularly convinced, but her curiosity is definitely piqued as well. "Alright..." she says, deciding that prodding to much isn't really worthwhile since she's bound to find out what's going on anyway. "...did he say what it was about?" she tries, lightly, as she turns back towards the desk to save her work and lock her laptop.
Jessica furrows her brow again. "Wha-... So I can give him the-..." she glances about, as if looking for something, "...the-... the shit! The thing!" she decides when she doesn't immediately find the storage device on the nightstand. "But he does not say shit to me until he is almost here." she grunts. "I am-... listening to musics! And relaxing!" she complains, obviously a thinly veiled excuse for being so up in arms about the
Yan Sun nods a couple of times. "Alright." she repeats. "And... I should, uh... dress sexy for that?" she asks, unable to suppress an amused look at the odd demand.
Jessica on the other hand, is beginning to look quite unamused by all of the questions. "You are a piece of shit. You know this, yes, kitty cat?" she asks with a sigh, but Yan Sun's inquisitive nature does seem to have drained a little bit of the edge from her voice as the smallest hint of a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. "Besides. Kirill is an old man." she continues, her perception of 'old' perhaps a bit off base, "I am
thinking maybe he could use some excitement in his life, mmm?" she hums with a wiggle of her eyebrows, clearly just trying to get a rise out of Yan Sun by this point since she has decided to be such a pain in the ass.
Yan Sun lets out a snicker in response to Jessica's initial question, a slight grin crossing her lips, before being immediately wiped away and replaced with a disgusted grimace by the words that follow. "Urgh, Jessica! Please shut up!" she exclaims, not sure if she should be offended or amused. "I could just stay here, you know."
Jessica initially seems to gain some amusement from Yan Sun's reaction, but the suggestion causes her to quickly shake her head, brow furrowed once more. "You are coming with!" she demands sharply, pushing herself to her feet. She starts across the room, coming up beside the chair and placing her right hand on Yan Sun's shoulder. Her left hand moves to her neck, coming to a rest beneath Yan Sun's chin. She nudges her head upwards so
she can look down at her. "You are dressing sexy for me." she says through a grin, leaning down to press a short, hard kiss against the woman's lips. As she breaks away, she gives a confident raise of her brow, as if she knows she's going to get her way. "We are going to be already at the club, yes? Why we should not dance and get fucked up while we are there, mmm?"
Yan Sun is not hard to sway. There's a goofy grin on her lips as Jessica pulls away from the kiss, and it's obvious that she has her complete attention. "Y-... yeah. Sounds good." she's quick to agree.
Jessica continues to watch Yan Sun from above, mischievous grin remaining etched into her features. And perhaps a bit of pride at having Yan Sun wrapped around her pinkie. After a moment, she nudges Yan Sun on the shoulder. "S-E-X-Y!" she reminds. "Go! We are meeting them at the club in half of an hour!"
Yan Sun swallows as she looks up at Jessica, grin fading as she's urged to get going. "Going, going!" she says through a snicker as she leaves the chair and scurries off towards the bathroom. Her mind preoccupied, she doesn't give any thought to who the rest of 'them' might be.
Jessica uses the time while Yan Sun is in the bathroom to get changed herself. She has opted for a simple pair of bluejeans. Nothing flashy. She has kept the tight white tanktop, but tossed on a shirt similar in style to the one she was wearing the previous day over-top of it. A long-sleeved dark grey thermos-looking shirt with homemade holes cut- or rather torn- in the wrists for her to shove her thumbs through. In another
attempt at some ghetto, Aite style, she has ripped the bottom few inches of the shirt off- using her oh-so-precise batarian blade for help- to reveal the tanktop beneath. It's uneven and has loose strands of cloth hanging off the bottom, but she seems to be pleased with the results. When Yan Sun exits the bathroom Jessica is seated at the desk tugging her white sneakers on.
Yan Sun opts for a quick shower, emerging from the bathroom in jeans and bra a few minutes later, hair still a bit damp. She grabs a fresh top from the dresser - the black, slim-fitting top with thin straps that she seems to favor when they go clubbing - and disappears back into the bathroom, although she leaves the door open as she goes through her makeup routine in front of the bathroom mirror.
Jessica takes a second to notice Yan Sun has reappeared, her attention seemingly preoccupied by her thoughts. She's quick to wipe the concerned look from her face when she finally does take notice of Yan Sun, however. She finishes messing with her shoes for a moment and then moves into the bathroom door to join Yan Sun. Taking a position behind her, she brings her arms around Yan Sun's waist as she looks over her shoulder to watch
her in the mirror. She turns her head slightly without looking away from the mirror to press a kiss against the side of Yan Sun's head while she assesses her.
Yan Sun gains a small smile, blushing a little as Jessica kisses her. "Good enough?" she asks, quietly, meeting Jessica's gaze through the mirror as she pauses her final touches for a moment.
Jessica gives a small raise of her brows as her initial response, the burned side having a bit less vertical 'give' due to the taught skin. "Mmm." she hums an affirmative, her grin making a return. "Is good enough." she adds, unable to allow herself to give Yan Sun too much praise. As is usually the case when she tries to hold eye contact, the focus of her singular dark brown eye shifts from Yan Sun's left to her right through
Yan Sun 's smile widens a little as she studies Jessica, one of her hands reaching up to scratch the back of her head briefly, accompanied by a small snicker before she withdraws, putting on her blue lipstick as the final touch. "Alright, let's go." she says after lighting up the intricate circuitry of her cybernetics and judging the end-result satisfactory.
Jessica's grin briefly wavers and she draws in a deep breath before nodding against Yan Sun's head. "Mmm." she agrees, silently wishing they could just stay here. She gives Yan Sun a hard slap on the ass before scurrying out of the bathroom to collect her jacket.