Girl Talk
29 Sep 2016Kyndi the Badass Space Chick
Heya, Dan.Heya, Monty.
Nah, I know you're good on o-head. That's not why I'm here. Matter of fact, I've got a clean hold. Ain't that some shit?
Well, it's funny you asked. I'm just here for a drink. Seriously.
Okay, fine. A drink and some company. You two, specifically. With no one else around. Why the hell else would I be at the Bear Den at ten in the morning?
Okay, okay, you got me: a drink, some company, and some advice. You're the only two people I'd talk to about this.
Oh. I see how it is! Both of you drop what you're doing and saddle right up once Kyndi stops with the small talk and gets to it. It's just that I've got a situation from my last job. One that's followed me around.
No, it isn't serious. Okay, it might be.
Fuck. No. It's nothing.
Okay, it's something.
Ugh. Listen to me. See why I needed some company?
Jesus, Monty. Way to cut through the bullshit.
Yes. It's a man. Happy?
Oh, look at you two. I knew it was a mistake coming here.
But you did just refill my glass, so fuck it.
Yeah. I like a guy. So sue me. You two like guys, and no one ever bats an eye about it. How come little ol' Kyndi can't?
Of course I know his name. I almost always know their names. Most of the time. Unless I'm in a hurry. You know how it is.
Oh. Right. Married for twenty years. Well ex-cuse me for living a little.
Alright, alright, fine. You want details, I'll give details. He's a bounty hunter. I'm... me. We met, we hooked up, and uh-
I let him stay.
The whole night.
And it was nice.
Well, what more is there to say? It was nice, okay? And I'd do it again.
There's, uh... there's more.
Did I say that that we only hooked up the one time? It was, uh- kinda the second time we'd hooked up. In three days. And yeah. It was nice.
I already said that? Twice? Hell. Listen to me.
What do you mean, what am I doing here? Having a drink and talking to you two, that's what. And if my head gets cleared up, that'd be nice too. What are you getting at?
Ugh. No. This is not why I came here. You two are supposed to tell me to move on from some stupid guy, not-
His comm number? No, I don't have it. What am I, seventeen? And no, he doesn't have mine.
Why? Ugh. Like I have to explain it. It's just how I roll. You know that. No attachments. No long-term contact. No second romps.
Okay, so I violated that last one. Big deal. Rule-breaking is what I do, remember?
Oh, here it comes: if I can break one of my rules, I can break them all. Blah, blah, you want to see me happy. Thanks. That's sweet of you. But Jesus, you guys.
Wait. You mean it? You two seriously think that I should hop back into my ship and head back into a war zone on the off-chance that I run into him again? Because it would be good for me?
Well, I guess there is a demand for weapons there...
Hey now. You can't blame a girl for multitasking. My ship runs on cash, not crushes.
Though if it did...
Goddammit. I should have known better than to seek out the advice of a pair of married guys anyway. Jesus. Fine. I'll head back. But not now. Heart-to-hearts exhaust me. Now how about putting up ol' Kyndi in the Japanese room? A baggie of o-head wouldn't hurt, either.
Yeah, I'm going, okay? Now shut up before I make any more stupid decisions. And no, I'm not bringing him back here. The day I do that...
Nope. My mind's made up on that one. No way I'm bringing a guy back here unless something crazy is up.
Now be a dear and pass the o-head.