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[keep_nothing]

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CODE 🔋 3:27 AM

Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan

UNSETTLED HERO
"LADY VORKOSIGAN"

ADDRESS
THE RESIDENCE

MESSAGE
"This is Cordelia,
leave me a message."

TEXT

CALL

VIDEO

VOICE | TEXT | VIDEO | ACTION | ETC.

Comments

[keep_nothing]

Ooh, I'll look forward to it.

Ready when you are.

[failureisntachoice]

Good. [ And on time. Though Tex has a feeling the tardiness the last two dates served a very real purpose.

This time Tex has opted to call them a cab to get them to the club. It's easier with the clothing they're wearing than trying to navigate on a motorcycle. She keeps her hands to herself for the ride though when they reach their destination, she's eagerly reaching for Cordelia's hand to lead her towards the entrance. ]

[keep_nothing]

[ Cordelia is reigning herself in inside the taxi and only laying the one hand on Tex's bare knee, okay. She gladly takes her hand right back as they enter the club though, lacing their fingers together. ]

[failureisntachoice]

[ Normally she'd protest the amount of hand-holding they end up doing on these damn things, but with Cordelia she doesn't mind.

She leans in towards Cordelia to make sure the woman can hear her over the sound of music, ] You want drinks first? I'll get the first round.

[keep_nothing]

[ She turns to meet her lean, stealing a kiss. ]

Yes, please.

[failureisntachoice]

[ She should have been expecting that, but there's still a small blink of surprise at the kiss. Being this obvious about a relationship is new to her.

It doesn't stop her from leading Cordelia to the bar to open a tab and place her order for a tequila shot. ] Good choice of club?

[keep_nothing]

I think so. It's seems pretty mild to me, but then I'm a bit biased.

[failureisntachoice]

If you want to have a topless dance party, we could have stayed at the house.

[keep_nothing]

[ She laughs, slipping an arm around Tex's waist. ]

That can come later. And we'll have to eventually convince Aral to join in that little party too.

[failureisntachoice]

[ She rests a hand over Cordelia's and snorts lightly. ]

Aral? Is he even interested?

[keep_nothing]

What, you think he's not?

[failureisntachoice]

He hasn't shown any interest. Why, what's he been telling you?

[keep_nothing]

Oh, he wouldn't show any outward interest, but you're just his type. Believe me.

[failureisntachoice]

Being his type and him being interested are two different things. Wouldn't he tell you if he wanted to screw me?

[keep_nothing]

[ She raises her eyebrows. ]

OF course we've discussed you. But would you consider us as just "screwing"?

[failureisntachoice]

[ She shakes her head as she returns Cordelia's look. ] No, we're dating too, but that doesn't mean he'd want to do that too.

[keep_nothing]

Have you tried asking him? Would you want to ask him?

[failureisntachoice]

No, I haven't had a reason to. But... I guess if he was interested. [ She shrugs. ] Should I be asking?

[keep_nothing]

Before asking him, maybe you should ask yourself first.

[failureisntachoice]

Ask myself what exactly?

[keep_nothing]

Would you want to?

[failureisntachoice]

Which part, date him or have sex with him? [ Which is an incredibly strange question to be asking the man's wife, but she started it. ]

Depends. Would you be there?

[keep_nothing]

I'd say yes, but that'd ultimately be up to you.

[failureisntachoice]

I'd like you to be. But it's a moot point if he's not interested.

[keep_nothing]

Then you should ask him sometime.