[It's late night on the Party Night for the armaments group, and Montana and Sonia split off early for a bit of soul searching, and some heavy drinking. We join them now, stumbling into their joint room, just off the 'common' room of the suite they've all been set up in.] (I kinda figured that Montana'd be leaning on Sonia, heh.) [Mini start/continue!] * Montana is, in fact, leaning on Sonia! His blazer's back on, though hardly in good condition, and his hat is crooked. He fumbles for the light switch when they enter the room. (Montana doesn't have his stealth suit on under, right?) * Sonia did actually drink, but she's the group's dedicated Dwarf, and so she's pretty steady on her cyborg feet as she supports Montana in their mutual stumble. Her arm is wrapped around him, the bracelet on it against his other side as she keeps a grip on him. She says, in a slight slur, "Yeh can't see... heh..." * Montana manages to turn the lights on before slapping his hat over Sonia's face. "There!" he laughs. * Sonia reaches over for Montana's hand on the hat and says, "Sonar, boy..." before she pushes Montana off of her and towards his bed, a lazy smile on her lips as the hat seperates from her face. * Montana sighs heavily. "Showoff. I hafta put a mask over my face to see in th' dark." He stumbles slightly at Sonia's push, but regains his footing and closes the door. * Sonia says, "That's what you get for bein' all... fleshy." Yeah, yeah. * Montana puts his hat back on his head, then walks mostly steadily to his bed. He doesn't seem to have quite registered that Sonia may well be going there, too, as he sits down and starts unlacing his boots. * Sonia puts her other hand on a nearby dresser, letting out a low whuf. She smooths her hand over her dress and says, "Hey, I ain't popped outta this thing yet... pretty good." She looks over at Montana taking his boots off. "Yah liked this number, after all..." * Montana blinks at Sonia, mid lace-removal. "Huh? You mean that... thing you're wearin'?" * Sonia nods a little and takes a step off leaning on the dresser. "Yeah, this that." She laughs lowly to herself and says, "Well, you like this too, but thas because you gave it to me." She holds up the bracelet. * Montana grins. "That's the best part." Buuuuuut serious-like, yer dress is ridiculous. It ain't you. * Sonia grins back as she steps towards him. "Yeahhh, I ain't like the other girls... theys all lekker legs." She gets near to him and looks just slightly down at him, one arm hanging loosely, one on her hip. "Why you still wearin' that dirty coat?" * Montana blinks innocently. "Where else was I gonna put it?" He does innocent surprisingly well. * Sonia leans in, showing off a bit in her tube-dress, and grabs the neck of his coat, before saying, "Off," then she tries to take it off by the neck. Awwww. * Montana moves, though, when the fabric catches, so Sonia manages to take his jacket off. This means he's abandoned his boots! * Sonia tosses the jacket aside and says, in a murmur, "Thas better." She then turns, as if to sit on the bed... but misses in a stumble and lands on her butt on the floor. "Yoh..." she says sharply, before trailing off. * Montana laughs! And leans over, reaching down to help Sonia up. "Hey, y'okay?" * Sonia looks up and says, a little sullenly, "M'fine..." as she first grabs his hand and then stands, leaning on him pretty heavily as she pulls herself up. "Just missed yer bed, boy." * Montana pulls Sonia over. "I gotcha." * Sonia follows the pull, standing, and then letting herself fall over Montana's lap with a slight laugh and bounce, bed-wise, then she turns her head to look up and say, "Pinned you." * Montana oofs in surprise, falling backwards and catching himself with his elbows. He reaches up to tip his hat out of his eyes. "So y'did." * Sonia laughs faintly and turns over, still laying on his lap lazily. She lays there a moment, squinting, then says, "You're drunk." * Montana blinks. "So?" He tries to kick his boots off his feet and is pretty well unsuccessful. * Sonia smiles a little and says, "I'm drunk too... that doesn't happen... much... uhf, are you trying to flip me?" 'm tryin' to get my boots off. If I wanted to flip you... (Is he continuing?) * Montana moves, and Sonia's quite quickly on her back next to where she was, with him over her. He grins in her face, smelling - unsurprisingly - of beer and whisky. "Somethin' like that." (Yeah, wording was hard for me!) * Sonia 's arms flail slightly as she gets flipped, and then she looks up into his eyes with a smile herself, before her hand comes up and knocks her glasses off to the floor, so he can see hers. "Pretty... good, boy," she says, as she brings her hand around to take his hat off his head. * Montana lets Sonia do that without a fight. His hair's pretty mussed, thanks to all of the hat wearing. "Well, thanks darlin'." * Sonia reaches, putting the hat down respectfully on a side dresser, and then she looks back up at Montana. "Should... take off the boots." She licks her lips, then awkwardly brings her fingers up to Montana's shoulder. * Montana catches Sonia's hand, kissing her fingers playfully before moving, back to sitting next to her so he can take those damn boots off. * Montana does, too, as he works on unbuckling and unlacing them. * Sonia licks her lips after he kisses her fingers, then she pushes herself up, moving her fingers to the front of his shirt as she half-leans on him, and murmurs, "You put so much stuff over your skin," as she fumbles with his buttons. "Maksh a girl feel unwanted." * Montana snortlaughs as Sonia button fumbles. "Hafta fend off the boss lady." He pulls off his right boot and sets it on the ground, a knife thumping softly inside it. * Sonia snorts and finds the buttons, undoing them as she leans more and more on him to reach, her head resting against his shoulder. "That ain't hard... just toss a shiny ball past her..." * Montana works on his left boot. "Could get a few 'a those." But then we gotta follow 'cause of the ninja bikini assassins. * Sonia finishes the unbuttoning and drums her fingers on his now-bared suit. "Can keep 'mm in yer sleeves." She groans slightly and pushes at the side of his head lightly with her left hand, saying, "Don't... don't remind me. When'd I go from protecting cargo to protecting bakvis..." * Montana laughs. "Sorry." He gets his left boot off, too! * Sonia pulls the shirt off, now that his boots are off, saying, "She's like a wiggly little fish... grinnin' fish. Always movin', but not goin' anywhere." * Sonia falls backwards as she pulls the shirt off, discarding it with far less respect as she looks at Montana half-pantsed, and half-in-gear. And then she picks up the hat again and wiggles her way up the bed slightly before putting the hat on her own head. * Sonia has a silly grin on her head as she keeps watching Montana. (her face, even.) * Montana shifts so Sonia can get his shirt off. "Fish... 's a good way to put it." He tilts his head as he watches Sonia claim his hat. "That looks good on you, too," he declares. "But it's mine, y'know. I'll know if you steal stuff." * Sonia laughs faintly and says, still grinning, "C'mon and take it back then... but only if you ain't in that stupid suit anymore." Awwww, you ain't gonna help no more? * Sonia grins and says, "Maybe..." and she leans back forward again, shifting so she's on her knees, "... but no taking the hat." * Montana sighs, clearly pressed into it. "Fiiiiine. You drive a hard bargain, darlin'." He undoes his vest, anyway, removing it, his pistol and holster, and whip quite carefully despite being drunk. * Sonia lets him handle all that, leaning in to actually kiss at the top of his ear, before murmuring, "What made ya get me a stupid bracelet anyway, boy?" as her hands fall down to start finding the latches that help the suit come off. * Montana mmms, shifting to allow Sonia access. "Knew you'd like the candy... figured why not." * Montana reaches over to run his hands over Sonia's neck and the back of her shoulders. "I like givin' almost as much as takin'." * Sonia laughs a little in his ear and murmurs, "Why not, huh... yeah, you know me better n'anyone anymore." She mms quietly as he touches her bare shoulders, her hands moving down lower, getting to the latches above his waist, then she pulls back to undo the zipper on back, at least halfway down, before she gets to put her fingers against his bare back. * Montana grins, and stubble against Sonia's cheek as his own fingers move down, searching for the clasp and/or zipper to Sonia's dress. "Hope there ain't nothin' wrong with that." * Sonia laughs weakly and murmurs, "Kinda, yeah. Kinda, no." It has a small zipper at the top of the back that basically loosens it just enough that it can come off, when Montana finds it. She peels back Montana's suit a little, then says, quietly, in his ear, "It's weird bein' known when you got warrants, know?" * Montana sighs. "Yeeeah." He finds the zipper and pulls it down the six inches it can go, slipping his fingers underneath to the skin there. * Sonia shivers a little and murmurs, "'course, it's you." She puts her lips to his stubbly cheek and kisses, before murmuring, "I like you being you." S'comfortable. And ya ain't a coward. * Montana blinks, not that Sonia can see that, then presses his palms against her back, under her dress, and pulls her in for a tight hug and a prickly kiss below the ear. "Thanks, Sonia," he says softly before kissing her neck, too. * Sonia tilts her head away from the kiss, eyes closing a little and mming, before she murmurs, "S'just true... rough n'comfortable. Just like a boy." She puts her fingers to the suit and tugs on it, adding, "No suit..." * Montana makes it difficult for Sonia to get the upper part of that suit completely off, as now that he's kissing her neck he doesn't seem to want to stop, holding her to him and steadily moving down towards her shoulder. * Sonia murmurs, "Montana..." and tugs a little harder on the suit, sucking in a loud breath through her nose. One hand gives up on the tugging to tousle Montana's messy hair at the back of his head as she lets out a soft sigh. * Montana kisses Sonia's throat, then reluctantly leans back a bit and releases his hold on her so she can pull off the rest of his top. He is, unsurprisingly, well toned if not insanely muscled, and he has a good number of old scars - particularly on his back: long and crossed if well healed over. * Sonia smiles a little wider as she peels the top off and then puts her hands to his chest with a small laugh. "Real skin... scars and all." * Montana hehs, kissing Sonia on the nose. "Yeeeah, those'd be from when I didn't get much for a doctor." * Sonia looks up to his eyes when he kisses her nose, a still-drunk smile on her face, and murmurs, "I know." She slowly runs her hands over his chest and leans in to kiss him on the top of his shoulder, before saying into it, "Do I get to keep wearin' the hat?" * Montana mmms lazily, resting his on Sonia's back, and says, "Ain't got all the suit off yet. Thought it was yer deal." * Sonia looks up to him, purple eyes glowing, and she says, with a slight grin, "That means pants, boy." She pokes at his covered legs. * Montana looks down at his own pants, then deadpans, "Well, damn." * Sonia murmurs, "Need me to take care of that too?" even as she answers the question by pushing on his chest, as if to get him to lay back. "Bein'... all lazy...?" * Montana lays back, since Sonia's pushing him, though he props himself up by his elbows as he did before. "Weeeell, if you're offerin'..." * Sonia waits for him to lean back, before falling forward against him, letting her weight against his chest push him down, laughing softly as she does. Then she murmurs, lowly, "Think I am..." as one of her hands goes down to his belt, awkwardly positioned as she's made them. * Montana chuckles. He reaches down to push Sonia's dress up from the bottom, running his hands over her thighs and up to the small of her back. "Ain't gonna be able to take this off without takin' off the hat." * Sonia mms and pouts a little, before managing to undo his belt and pull it out, undoing the rest quickly and trying to push it down. She breathes out in his ear. "Then you... should get unsuited quick..." * Montana grunts a bit, shifting so Sonia can slide them off, and sighs at her breath in his ear. "You win." He moves his hands around Sonia's waist and to his own suit pants, fumbling just slightly due to drunkiness. * Sonia chuckles as she moves down, kneeling off to the side of his legs to pull the jeans off, then laughs and starts slapping at his hands to get in his way, saying, with a grin, "Make you work for it!" before falling forward chest to chest again to get in his way even more. Aw, woman, I swear... * Montana tries to get at it, tries again, and then leans up and kisses Sonia hard on the mouth. * Sonia 's laughter is stifled by the kiss, her eyes widening just a touch before she leans down into the kiss, pressing back hard, hands gripping at the bed rather than stopping Montana from taking his suit-pants off. * Montana keeps kissing Sonia, and he does, in fact, take this opportunity to remove said pants, kicking them off and leaving him only in his boxers. * Sonia pulls back from the kiss once her hand finds his boxers exposed and she grins, open-mouthed, as she breathes a little heavily as she fondles him. "So sneaky..." * Montana groans, clearly turned on. He pushes Sonia's hand out of the way and reaches over to pull her back on top of him, pushing her dress up as he does so. "Yer one ta talk." * Sonia falls a little ungainly atop him, and then mms and says, "Iiii don't know what you mean..." as the dress comes up over her hips, white panties evident. She rubs her feet against Montana's as she goes up on her elbows, giving the dress a little room to come up as she looks down at Montana. "I'm just doin' what comes naturally." * Sonia then leans down and whispers, "That dress... it goes down easier than up." * Montana cups Sonia's butt - over her panties with both hands, positioning her a bit better, and murmurs into her ear, "Thinkin' I can live," before giving her earlobe a nibble. * Sonia mms and whispers back, "I can keep up," before she leans back down and kisses down at where his neck meets his shoulder, pressing into him. * Montana grins, stubble moving against Sonia's neck and cheek. "I figure." He starts kissing her neck again, moving her way to her throat as he slides his fingers over the back and inside of her thighs, then up and under the back of her panties. * Sonia lets out a soft moan and tilts her head back as he kisses her neck, whispering, "Yeah... you... know I can, boy..." as she presses her hips down, grinding against him a bit as he grabs her bare skin. * Montana gasps and lightly bites her where shoulder meets neck, moving one hand to slide up to her lower back. * Sonia nnhs at the bite, then grins widely, looking down at him with his hat on and saying, lowly, "Like that...?" before she shifts where her arms are holding her up, so she can get one hand behind Montana's head and grip his hair lightly. * Montana sighs as he watches Sonia pull away a bit. "Jesus, you're so..." * Sonia licks her lips and says, "Drunk? Yeah... some... maybe." But then she waits for him to finish his sentence, lips parted as she looks down at him, fingers in his hair. * Montana just looks at her, taking the hand from Sonia's back to run his index and middle fingers over her lips. * Sonia looks down at him, glowing eyes in the shade of his hat squinting a little before she murmurs, "Monty?" She flicks her tongue out to lick the fingers, and keeps her weight pressed against him. * Montana 's own blue eyes are quite alert as he moves his now damp fingers to push some hair out of her face, then down and around to rest on the back of her head. "You're really beautiful. Y'know that?" * Sonia 's eyes flick away a moment, then she lets out a small laugh and she says quietly, "How drunk're you, boy?" as her eyes return to his face, a little shyer. * Montana smiles - actually smiles, not a grin - as he strokes her hair a bit. "Ain't *that* drunk." * Sonia murmurs, "Liar..." as he plays with her hair, but then she presses her hips down against him again, and her chest into his as well, before saying, muzzily, "Cute liar, though..." * Montana chuckles, and when Sonia does that, he takes the opportunity to kiss her lips again, this one far more gentle than the last. * Sonia does kiss back, re-gripping the back of his head, but not taking it aggressive either. When the kiss breaks she says, in a low murmur, "M'glad I'm drunk with you. You're... the best to be around." * Montana murmurs back, "Yeah... you too." And he starts kissing her again. [End!]