| SSGT. Gallagher Frazier | ODST | Halo RP
| Multiship | MDNI | 21+ |
He paused for a brief moment before continuing on.
"Ah, me Mum's Irish and me father was Scottish. —
He paused for a brief moment before continuing on.
"Ah, me Mum's Irish and me father was Scottish. —
A soft grin pulled across his face as he took a other sip of the port, lowering the glass to speak again.
"I will admit, I've got myself a fair bit of experience. An I can tell you ken how ta kiss."
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The delivery was a slurred tease, but she meant it as a genuine compliment.
A soft grin pulled across his face as he took a other sip of the port, lowering the glass to speak again.
"I will admit, I've got myself a fair bit of experience. An I can tell you ken how ta kiss."
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Gallagher reached for both of the glasses, handing one of them to Tora as he settled down onto the floor with her.
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Gallagher reached for both of the glasses, handing one of them to Tora as he settled down onto the floor with her.
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He turned on his heels once he heard the POP and returned with two stemless wine glasses.
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More than whiskey, at the very least. With the bottle open, she gingerly moved it to the center of the table before moving the bag of assorted poisons to the floor.
He turned on his heels once he heard the POP and returned with two stemless wine glasses.
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His gaze dropped to glance over the bottle's label, not even thinking about it's placement, and then back up to her.
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His gaze dropped to glance over the bottle's label, not even thinking about it's placement, and then back up to her.
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"Good question ."
The vodka, he knew they could finish off relatively quickly, since that had more of that then the whiskey.
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"Good question ."
The vodka, he knew they could finish off relatively quickly, since that had more of that then the whiskey.
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Several small photographs of what appeared to be squad mates, and some of family members were sitting next to a scrapbook.
Looked like he was working on a project with them and had been for a while.
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She did not stare around for long. After Gallagher had placed his bounty down, Tora lifted her bag and did the same.
Several small photographs of what appeared to be squad mates, and some of family members were sitting next to a scrapbook.
Looked like he was working on a project with them and had been for a while.
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Once everything had been collected between the two of them, Gallagher would start leading her down the corridors and over towards his bunk.
He was aware of her leaning on him for balance, —
Once everything had been collected between the two of them, Gallagher would start leading her down the corridors and over towards his bunk.
He was aware of her leaning on him for balance, —
"Careful, lass. Wouldn't want ya to hurt yourself. Are you good to walk?"
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“Whoops,” she snickered. With on arm still braced on the table, she stooped to pick up her bag of pilfered alcohol.
"Careful, lass. Wouldn't want ya to hurt yourself. Are you good to walk?"
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Gallagher leaned in as her lips touched his, a hand moving up to cradle the side of her face as he kissed her.
He melted into her, a soft hum rising in the back of his throat as he deepened the kiss.—
Whatever the case, the distance between them did not last. Tora inched forward that last bit, right up until their lips touched.
Gallagher leaned in as her lips touched his, a hand moving up to cradle the side of her face as he kissed her.
He melted into her, a soft hum rising in the back of his throat as he deepened the kiss.—
He was drawn into her, he could feel her breath and smell the alcohol on it as well. It was almost intoxicating.
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“Before we get going,” she started, her voice soft despite the slurring, “there’s one thing on my mind I could share. Unless, of course, you’d prefer to wait for everything at once.”
He was drawn into her, he could feel her breath and smell the alcohol on it as well. It was almost intoxicating.
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His gaze levelled with hers, his eyelids half lidded and an unmistakable smirk played on his lips.
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There were a few too many drinks in her for her to be subtle. “Because it would be really hard to tell you about all the things on my mind with eavesdroppers.”
His gaze levelled with hers, his eyelids half lidded and an unmistakable smirk played on his lips.
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Reckless and impulsive were definitely words that fit well with where his thoughts were headed, but he didn't mind it.
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Reckless and impulsive were definitely words that fit well with where his thoughts were headed, but he didn't mind it.
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He couldn't stop grinning, he was vaguely aware of her gaze on him, a part of him hoping she'd move a little closer.
"I know I can keep going all night if I wanted to and I'm tempted to too. —
He couldn't stop grinning, he was vaguely aware of her gaze on him, a part of him hoping she'd move a little closer.
"I know I can keep going all night if I wanted to and I'm tempted to too. —
It was at this point that his words were starting to have a little bit of slurring at the end of them.
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There was a pause. Tora seemed to lose her train of thought entirely.
It was at this point that his words were starting to have a little bit of slurring at the end of them.
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He chuckled and moved to pour the liquor into her glass as well, right up to the rim.
"Don't wanna get left in the dust here now, do you?"
Gallagher grinned and winked at her before he downed his shot, placing it back onto the table.
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“Don’t think I’m out of this yet. I’m supposed to be keeping ahead, remember?” Her smirk returned, and her flushed cheeks had gone a shade darker since her last drink.
He chuckled and moved to pour the liquor into her glass as well, right up to the rim.
"Don't wanna get left in the dust here now, do you?"
Gallagher grinned and winked at her before he downed his shot, placing it back onto the table.
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Gallagher's attention shifted back to her as she readjusted her positioning against the table. He didn't think all too much of it, and went to pour himself another shot.
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Tora’s smile had lessened some, and her expression had softened. Her arms crossed on the edge of the table, and she leaned against it to avoid any drunken swaying. “I haven’t reached out to my parents since joining. Probably should.”
Gallagher's attention shifted back to her as she readjusted her positioning against the table. He didn't think all too much of it, and went to pour himself another shot.
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"Either way, I'm glad you got the chance for having the alternative. Do ye think it turned out to be a good choice, looking back?"
Gallagher noted the drumming of fingers on the table, —
She drummed her fingers slowly against the edge of the table. Aware of her slurring and rambling, she had slowed down a tad to try and speak clearly — and hide just how much the shots were affecting her. “What about you?”
"Either way, I'm glad you got the chance for having the alternative. Do ye think it turned out to be a good choice, looking back?"
Gallagher noted the drumming of fingers on the table, —
The alcohol was beginning to hit him now, his accent a bit stronger as he continued to speak to her.
"I willnae judge, I's a little curious, —
“Not for anything glorious or noble,” she led with, slurring the ends of her words with the beginning of each following. “It was join, or prison. What a deal, right?”
The alcohol was beginning to hit him now, his accent a bit stronger as he continued to speak to her.
"I willnae judge, I's a little curious, —
He'd lift the glass to his lips and threw back the shot, placing the glass back down on the surface of the table, before glancing her way again.
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She waited to down her shot at the same time as Gallagher.
He'd lift the glass to his lips and threw back the shot, placing the glass back down on the surface of the table, before glancing her way again.
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He lifted his glass to his lips, paused and then took the shot, followed by the wrinkling of his nose.
"I'll hit you up, lass, one second."
Putting the vodka back down, he reached for the whiskey once again, —
A moment more passed before she downed yet another shot. This time, she held her glass out to him afterward. “Hit me.”
He'd raise a brow at her. Refilling both of their glasses with the clear spirit once again.
"Cause somethings telling me you might be feeling it a little bit, heh. How's about we switch liquors after this one?"
He lifted his glass to his lips, paused and then took the shot, followed by the wrinkling of his nose.
"I'll hit you up, lass, one second."
Putting the vodka back down, he reached for the whiskey once again, —
He'd raise a brow at her. Refilling both of their glasses with the clear spirit once again.
"Cause somethings telling me you might be feeling it a little bit, heh. How's about we switch liquors after this one?"
Again she moved her glass toward the bottles.
He's feeling a touch of it, given the size difference between the two of them is fairly significant, the only show of it was slightly flushed and warm cheeks.
"Feeling it yet?"
He'd raise a brow at her. Refilling both of their glasses with the clear spirit once again.
"Cause somethings telling me you might be feeling it a little bit, heh. How's about we switch liquors after this one?"
He's feeling a touch of it, given the size difference between the two of them is fairly significant, the only show of it was slightly flushed and warm cheeks.
"Feeling it yet?"
He would pour out another shot for her, also refilling his own glass in the process.
"Oh don't worry your pretty head about me, lass. I'll be right behind ya."
He's feeling a touch of it, given the size difference between the two of them is fairly significant, the only show of it was slightly flushed and warm cheeks.
"Feeling it yet?"
He would pour out another shot for her, also refilling his own glass in the process.
"Oh don't worry your pretty head about me, lass. I'll be right behind ya."
He picked up his own glass and threw the shot back, half shuddering as it went down.
"Always gives me the chills on its own."
He would pour out another shot for her, also refilling his own glass in the process.
"Oh don't worry your pretty head about me, lass. I'll be right behind ya."
He picked up his own glass and threw the shot back, half shuddering as it went down.
"Always gives me the chills on its own."
He'd reach over for the bottle, twisting the top off of it so that he could refill both of their shot glasses.
"Lemme guess, you can drink it like water, yeah?"
He picked up his own glass and threw the shot back, half shuddering as it went down.
"Always gives me the chills on its own."