[Of course. Church was Church. Sure, there was Alpha and Epsilon, but the distinctions only mattered to him when he thought too hard about it. How Epsilon didn't really remember anything from the time they spent together because Caboose "conveniently" left him out of the stories. Yeah, that stung.
Alpha was more of an asshole, too. Not by much, but by enough.
Tucker thought back to the damn Reservoir Dogs movie, then shoved it down, away. Took another drink. They hadn't really talked about this shit, about the difference, about the memories. It wasn't anything to Tucker, but to Church--]
Okay, but were you an asshole when you told her that? Or were you actually nice about it?
I told her once I was there in person, I didn't want to say it on the network since anyone can look at what you're saying.
[ Not to mention AIs didn't seem to be incredibly popular after the Null decided to go all skynet and try to murder everyone who didn't bow down to their wishes. Advertising that wasn't his top priority. The liquor was already going to work, softening the edges of what had once been a bad mood. Maybe Carolina was right about him being a lightweight but this felt way better than before.
Or maybe it was the fact that Tucker was actually helping him work through it. ]
I probably could have found a better way but I wasn't trying to hide it or pull some kind of fucking 'gotcha' moment.
Just admit it: you're really shitty at talking to chicks.
[There was nothing wrong with that; not everyone could be a born natural like he was. There were no accusations attached to that, his voice frank rather than rough. Tucker took another drink from their shared bottle before shoving it back at him, immediately falling back onto the bed with his arms beneath his head as he looked at him.]
How can you be made of science and still be so shitty at talking to girls? [There was a little laugh under his breath as he rolled his eyes up to the ceiling.] Dude, do you even, you know, what sex is like? Organic bodies have some perks. Maybe make nice and she can show you?
[ Tucker's comment was greeted the way it deserved, with a surly middle finger raised in his direction before he took the bottle back. This whole drinking thing was getting easier each time. Why did people even make such a big deal out of it? ]
I know what sex is like, asshole. [ Not that... he had ever actually gotten any himself in this body. Or any other. Like fuck was he mentioning that, though. The last thing he needed was Tucker calling him a virgin until the end of fucking time. ] I think I'd be safer putting my dick in a bear trap than trying that with Tex.
What about you? When was the last time you got laid?
[Yep, this was still better than how he expected it to go. Tucker watched Epsilon drink and man, was that former-AI going to feel it tomorrow.
Tucker couldn't wait. Welcome to organic bodies.]
Hey, this isn't about me! [Which was to say, "not telling because I don't know if I can count back that far". He and Sister, probably? God, had it been that long? But it wasn't his fault that everyone on Chorus was either a teenager or so wound up in this war that they couldn't seebeyond it. Including some of his teammat--]
I can get laid whenever I want, but right now I want to make sure you do. You know, while you're all blood-filled and shit. That's what friends do: be wingmen for each other. I don't blame you for not knowing since you never did for me.
[ Hah, he knew that deflection for what it was. Someone was full of shit about the level of game he had. He'd be saving that particular tidbit for later when he wanted to really rub Tucker's nose in it. ]
Look, you can't go and tell me I have absolutely no game and then tell me I need to wingman you two minutes later. Make up your mind, dude.
[ And did you really want this guy as your wingman, Tucker? In the memory unit even Professor Fuck thought he was a lost cause. ]
And I don't want you trying to get me laid, that's weird.
[No, he didn't want it, but considering the choices for wingman were Caboose, Grif, Sarge, and Simmons' virgin ass, he was pretty sure that Epsilon was his best choice. Beggars can totally be choosers, but desperate times call for desperate measures.]
But you didn't offer. That's the point!
[Okay, it wasn't, but he was starting to lose his point because this alcohol was good and they had been at it for a few now. His shoulders rolled in a shrug as he looked around.]
You're only saying it's weird because you've never been laid. It you had, you'd be begging me to help you get it again. [There was a small, playful smirk.] So, who's more of a virgin: you or Simmons?
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Alpha was more of an asshole, too. Not by much, but by enough.
Tucker thought back to the damn Reservoir Dogs movie, then shoved it down, away. Took another drink. They hadn't really talked about this shit, about the difference, about the memories. It wasn't anything to Tucker, but to Church--]
Okay, but were you an asshole when you told her that? Or were you actually nice about it?
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[ Not to mention AIs didn't seem to be incredibly popular after the Null decided to go all skynet and try to murder everyone who didn't bow down to their wishes. Advertising that wasn't his top priority. The liquor was already going to work, softening the edges of what had once been a bad mood. Maybe Carolina was right about him being a lightweight but this felt way better than before.
Or maybe it was the fact that Tucker was actually helping him work through it. ]
I probably could have found a better way but I wasn't trying to hide it or pull some kind of fucking 'gotcha' moment.
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[There was nothing wrong with that; not everyone could be a born natural like he was. There were no accusations attached to that, his voice frank rather than rough. Tucker took another drink from their shared bottle before shoving it back at him, immediately falling back onto the bed with his arms beneath his head as he looked at him.]
How can you be made of science and still be so shitty at talking to girls? [There was a little laugh under his breath as he rolled his eyes up to the ceiling.] Dude, do you even, you know, what sex is like? Organic bodies have some perks. Maybe make nice and she can show you?
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I know what sex is like, asshole. [ Not that... he had ever actually gotten any himself in this body. Or any other. Like fuck was he mentioning that, though. The last thing he needed was Tucker calling him a virgin until the end of fucking time. ] I think I'd be safer putting my dick in a bear trap than trying that with Tex.
What about you? When was the last time you got laid?
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Tucker couldn't wait. Welcome to organic bodies.]
Hey, this isn't about me! [Which was to say, "not telling because I don't know if I can count back that far". He and Sister, probably? God, had it been that long? But it wasn't his fault that everyone on Chorus was either a teenager or so wound up in this war that they couldn't seebeyond it. Including some of his teammat--]
I can get laid whenever I want, but right now I want to make sure you do. You know, while you're all blood-filled and shit. That's what friends do: be wingmen for each other. I don't blame you for not knowing since you never did for me.
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Look, you can't go and tell me I have absolutely no game and then tell me I need to wingman you two minutes later. Make up your mind, dude.
[ And did you really want this guy as your wingman, Tucker? In the memory unit even Professor Fuck thought he was a lost cause. ]
And I don't want you trying to get me laid, that's weird.
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But you didn't offer. That's the point!
[Okay, it wasn't, but he was starting to lose his point because this alcohol was good and they had been at it for a few now. His shoulders rolled in a shrug as he looked around.]
You're only saying it's weird because you've never been laid. It you had, you'd be begging me to help you get it again. [There was a small, playful smirk.] So, who's more of a virgin: you or Simmons?