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"Duuusaaaaaaaaa~" Jester whined, several drinks past too many.
"Jester." Medusa replied, modulated voice devoid of any emotion.
Jester's face was rosy, she reeked of alcohol, this was going to be one of those things that everyone would laugh about later and go 'Haha, that's why we call you Jester' and make her want to bombard their quarters with incendiary munitions while they slept.
But there's a time for good decisions and that time was half a bottle of tequila ago.
"Lemme see your faaaaace."
"No."
Medusa didn't get a joke callsign, she got a cool one. Nobody had any clue what she looked like, her helmet and faceplate obscuring all but her steely eyes.
Wait, was that the joke? That you can only look at her eyes? Fuck Jester felt stupid.
What amazing eyes they were though. Pierced right through you, right to your heart. When your voice is completely monotone and your face is 80% covered you get really good at giving looks. Jester was very familiar with her annoyed look and her dismissive look and her tired look.
Jester was overly friendly, Medusa had a whole cool loner thing going on, they got along fine but there was friction between their conflicting personalities.
But tonight for sure she would open up and they would become real friends. First leave in eight months, everyone having fun, they were briefly alone in the common area, this was her in.
Just had to put on that classic Jester charm.
"IIIII bet you're preeeetyy Dusaa." She slurred.
"Hm." Medusa replied. She was doing the tired look, Jester knew that one!
"You have pretty eyess, I think about them a lot."
"Really."
"Do youuuu like my eyes?"
"I have no opinion on your eyes."
"Well loooook!" Jester said, leaning in close and staring into Medusa's eyes.
And staring.
And staring.
Medusa was really good at not blinking.
Jester's eyes kinda hurt.
She wanted to blink, but maybe Medusa wasn't done looking?
Fuck her eyes were so pretty.
She had to be done looking by now, right?
Jester blinked, her eyes stinging.
"Your eyes are a pleasing shade of brown." Medusa stated, matter-of-factly.
"Whaaat. You stared for that long and that's all you have to say??"
"Your eyes are a pleasing shade of brown, and you can keep them open for an above average length of time without blinking."
"Bet your ass I can." Jester murmured, satisfied. "Now, your eyes? Wooaaah. They're so shiny and green and it's like you stare into people's souls. I feel all tingly when you look at me."
"How nice."
"It's not nice! Do you know how hard it is to-" Jester caught herself and lowered her volume. "Dusaaaaa. Can I tell you a secret?"
"Go ahead."
"I think about you a loooot. I dream about you sometimes." Jester drunkenly half-whispered. Medusa was giving her a new look, maybe a raised eyebrow? She couldn't see her eyebrows, but it had raised eyebrow vibes.
"Do you now." Medusa said. The modulation on her voice made everything sound like a statement, but Jester was pretty sure that was an actual question and she wanted to hear more.
"Yeaaaah. But it's hard! Cause I don't know what you look like, so I can never get to the good bits!"
"That must be frustrating for you."
"It issssss. You understand."
"And so you would like me to remove my faceplate so you can imagine kissing me."
"We can really kiss if you want!" Jester said, excited. She was so good at talking to people.
"Hmmmmmm." Medusa hummed, a single unwavering note.
She grabbed Jester by the cheeks, and yanked her forward until her face was pressed against Medusa's cold metal faceplate.
"Kiss." She ordered, voice as completely devoid of emotion as ever.
Jester complied, pressing her lips to the hard surface, leaving a faint smudge of pinkish lipstick.
"Bad. You dirtied my face. Lick it clean."
She did as she was told, cleaning the waxy substance off the smooth void where the other girl's mouth would be with her tongue.
"Good girl." Medusa released her grip. "Now you know what kissing me is like. Remain frustrated. I am returning to my quarters."
Medusa silently got up and left, leaving Jester dazed and alone.
Jester's everything hurt.
"How much of last night do you remember?" Asked Harpy.
"Oh that's never a good sign when you ask that." Jester groaned.
"So should I assume you don't remember telling everyone you got to first base with Medusa and then throwing up on the floor."
"What? I wouldn't do that."
"Oh Jester. Oh poor sweet Jester. Jester who is named Jester. Are you telling me you wouldn't make a fool of yourself in front of not only our commanding officer, but his commanding officer?"
"Oh god. Oh god."
"Yeah he isn't happy."
"Fuck. Why would I even do thaaaaat?" She whined, head flat on the table. From her sideways perspective she saw Medusa drift through the door with a cup of tea and-
Wait, wink at her on her way out?
Oh.
Oh.
Right, that was why she would do that.
"Oh god." She said, standing bolt upright as memories flooded back. "I-I have to go apologize to Dusa."
"On account of you being a horny asshole?"
"You have no fucking idea."
