"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.
