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[marineris]

"This is Bobbie Draper. I'll get back to you."

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[marineris]

Yeah. Whatever it was, it just... Reversed.

[Which she has no explanation for.]

So what's going on?

[oddbod]

[Clara passes over a shot of whatever excuse for tequila this place has concocted, and leans on one arm.]

I slept with Amos.

[marineris]

[Bobbie's eyebrows go up as she takes the glass.]

Okay, so what's the problem? Did he suck?

[oddbod]

Nah, he was great. [Oh, that was a little painful to say.] But then he told Frank, and for some reason Frank took some kind of issue with it.

[marineris]

What? Why did he tell Frank?

[Amos doesn't seem like the type to brag.]

And why the hell did Frank care?

[oddbod]

I don’t know, it was when he was acting all weird

[She’s just assuming Bobbie knows what she means.]

But it gets worse. Frank started contacting me anonymously about it.

[marineris]

[W h a t.]

What the fuck was he contacting you about?

[oddbod]

He wanted to know if me and Amos were a thing, and - [She leans over a bit conspiratorially.] - how it works for me, if I'm dead.

[marineris]

[Bobbie blinks at Clara, uncomprehending.]

Dead? What are you talking about?

[oddbod]

Oh, sorry. I figured it'd gotten around.

[She tilts her head within reach, and taps on the underside of her jaw, right where her pulse should be, but isn't.]

[marineris]

[Bobbie studies her for a second longer, then presses her fingers against Clara's pulse point, her eyes widening.]

Is this what you meant by your "condition"?

[oddbod]

Yep.

[She pulls back a little, tucking her hair behind her ears in a self-conscious gesture.]

And apparently whether or not I can have orgasms is a hot topic.

[marineris]

[Okay, this is kind of a big deal, but Bobbie can't help it. She lets out a surprised laugh.]

Are you serious?

[oddbod]

As the plague.

[The laugh is a relief, and Clara lets herself grin.]

He asked how it's possible, and I told him you just have to know how to treat a lady right.

[marineris]

[God. Bobbie snorts, shakes her head, and takes the shot.]

If he started grilling me on something like that I'd kick his ass.

[oddbod]

[Clara takes hers as well - in two little goes, because she has a tiny mouth, whoops.]

Well, that's the part where I found out who he was, and Amos went and punched him.

[marineris]

[Holy shit.]

How'd you figure out it was Frank?

[oddbod]

Amos did. He'd only told two people about it, and the other was Alex.

[And Frank is incommunicado, at this point. Probably still nursing his face and his pride.]

Men, honestly.

i fucked up the timeline don't look at me

[marineris]

[Bobbie shakes her head, letting out a long suffering sigh.]

So what did you say to Frank?

lmao it's okay i didn't know anyway

[oddbod]

[She prods the little glass around on the table in front of her, eyes fixed on some middle distance.]

Not much, yet. He's ignoring me.

[Actually, he's unconscious, but she doesn't know that.]

But there goes that.

[marineris]

[Bobbie swipes the shot glass and bottle from Clara and pours her another before sliding both back.]

There goes what?

[oddbod]

[Clara lets out a tiny laugh of a breath.]

Thanks.

[She tosses it back the best she can, wincing when it goes down. Shit, is this stuff actually for first aid?]

The sex, I meant. It's hard enough to find on Earth, much less stranded in a haunted space station.

[marineris]

[Bobbie shrugs.]

I don't think Amos gives a shit what anyone else thinks, if that's what you're worried about.

[oddbod]

But if sleeping with him causes this much trouble?

[It's a joke, but also not one. She holds up the bottle in question, gesturing to Bobbie's shot glass.]

[marineris]

[Bobbie grins, then slides her glass over.]

So then he wasn't that great.