Thread: A Tangled Web -- (Asylum and the_gladiator)

Becker watched Ophelias exchanges with Gunther. She really could play him like a master musician playing a flute. She made him almost dance to her suggestions like the tune would dance to her slender fingers were she playing an instrument. His lip curled in a half smile as she called him on his idiocy and essentially ordered him to bed like a child and his idiot of a business partner, or boss, or whatever you wanted to call him was completely oblivious to it. For a smart fellow, youre really stupid when youre drunk. He thought. His eyes watched her go, leading Gunther out, one slender arm around his waist. They were followed by cheers, whistles and even a few brave cat calls. Gunther ran a tight ship, or rather anymore Becker ran a tight ship, but they were still men, and no one could completely break them of all their lecherous tendencies. Gunther still tried, but Becker knew better. There were battles worth fighting and there were ones you clearly couldnt win. Idly he wondered if Ophelia was a battle he would win, would there even be a battle between them. He waited patiently anticipating her return but when she didnt return after some time he pulled out his pad and began to thumb through surveillance footage, skipping from camera angle to angle throughout the station. He saw a glimpse of Gunther sleeping in his bed and one dark eyebrow raised slightly to see that she was not with him. So her talk about what she planned to do to him in the bedroom was just that, talk, he was shocked..or not. It took some time but he eventually located her. She was in one of the secondary communications centers, what could she be doing there at this time? Oh he figured she would say work but the whole station save a few sentries in the command center had the night off. Long legs impacted the deck as the heels of his old almost worn out boots, with a nice roll in the heal, just how he liked them, clicked off the scuffed metal surface. He straightened to his full height, of just shy of 2 meters or close to 6 feet. He walked with a purposeful stride. He was hurrying, but not looking like that was what he was doing. He did not come across as frantic, for he wasnt. He would get there in time. He stepped into the communications room as if he did not know someone was already in there mere moments later. He pretended to be preoccupied with his pad until he had almost run into her. Seemingly to make it an accident that they were so close rather than the truth that he was crowding her personal space to make her uncomfortable. Oh Im sorry, I didnt see you there. I didnt expect to see anyone around here. Ophelia is it? he asked even though they both knew well he knew exactly who she was, I know youre new around here, did you get lost on your way back to the party? He extended his arm to her, this close, the unique pattern of swirls and glyphs that made up the tattoos that covered his arms were easier to see in more detail, they were sometimes overlooked from a distance. They spiraled up his arms to disappear under the sleeve of his uniform, making one wonder exactly how far they extended. Come let me lead you back to the party. He made it a request, but it had a slightly barbed undertone suggesting that he could make it an order depending on her reaction. On the surface he seemed like he was just being neighborly, but nothing around here was what it seemed.