If only Earth girls WERE easy (open)

[shadowreine]

The truth was, that quite a few people were giving S'tor a wide berth. The brownrider wore his characteristic scowl and his bronze firelizard seemed to be no happier.

He was also grumbling under his breath about women. The earth women had, outside of flights, almost holder morals except for a couple of the weyrlings...who, of course, he couldn't touch. Not that he would actually force himself...but surely with all the women here he had to be a good physical type for *some* of them.

Or maybe not. He really could be that unlucky. He glanced over at the television. Maybe he should get up and turn the thing off, but that would involve *touching* the infernal device. It was showing some kind of earth sports game involving a ball. He wondered if team games with balls occurred wherever humans went. Likely...

[Wolfy]

Brittany glared down at yet another of dad's attempts to have a relationship with her. She had told, Mom had told him, she did not like sports![/b] She watched NASCAR for the wrecks, hockey for the fights, and Quidditch because it was on the Harry Potter movies. That was it. So why was it he had gotten her a book about football? What was the point?

She was sitting in one of the couches surrounding of the TVs in the common room, Useckoth sleeping in their small weyr with Violet cuddled against him on his little couch. There was another sitting on a different couch, scowling at his own human displeasures and staring at the Little League baseball game on. Again, why? It wasn't even the right season!

What was his name? Why was it that she could hardly ever remember names? Either way, she knew he was a Rider, maybe of a Brown, or a Bronze. Hm. "Hey, could we change the channel? Maybe to SyFy?" She attempted to point to the remote on the table beside him through her long sock (she used it to stop scratching, you know?), though withought much success.

She was in a teeshirt and sweatpants, her version of pajamas, and curled up underher favorite blanket (fleece, red with large white snowflakes, and a laptop abandonned beside her, where she had been working on a book she was writing (Chasing Dragons).

[shadowreine]

"Go ahead. I'm not watching it." Remote? What remote. Oh, S'tor was entirely aware that there was, indeed, a small object with lots of buttons on it on the table.

He had yet to establish that it had anything to do with controlling the television...and besides. He'd have to touch it. Earther technology. And this particular girl was offlimits and, given she rode a blue, likely a lesbian. He kept his eyes away from her...now there was a green weyrling who might be worth investigating once her dragon was mature, but not this one.

Female blueriders. Ick.

[Wolfy]

(So beautiful how you hinted about "female greenriders.")

Brittany shrugged. Pernese. She had to admit, they were cool, but they all seemed to think she was gay. Sorry, but she did not swing that way. So she'd go on acting like she didn't notice. Thank God I have Useckoth! she thought, carefully muffling it as the dreamy Blue was busy dreaming of sugarplums and whatnot.

She grinned as she turned the channel from sports to something slightly more gross. Perfect! Sancuary was on! it was almost her all time favorite show. She thought that the werewolf dude, the fathful techie sidekick, wacool. To bad he wasn't as cute as Will.

"So..."

Akward silence, someone call in anyone abnoxious and loud! Or at least a flit! Moments later, she knew she had thought to soon.

The Queen of Hubris and Abnoxious Flirting had arrived.

And so she had Today outfitted in a ridiculously short scarlet skirt and a very slimming black shirt (omg, any lower and you' see her damn nipples!), two very anime-ish side ponytails, and scarlet painted lips and nails. Jeesh. Stupid rich morons.

It was impossible to hide the bright snowflake blanket or the to big shirt and long johns. Brittany would just have to hopr to God that she'd be so caught up in S'tor that she wouldn't bother looking beyond. Just to make it harder to notice the younger weyrling shrunk herself, along with all of her things, confining them to a small part of her seat.

"Oh! S'tor!" came Alex's disgustingly sweet voice. Stupid ho... Her gold eyes glimmeringwith savage greed, she strode with the clipping of her thigh high stilletto boots puntuating each sway of her overly twitchy butt. As per usual whenever Brittany saw her, she wanted to gag. But she didn't dare. Her pride was still sore from the last time Alex had caught sight of her,

[shadowreine]

Ah, yes. Now there was an earth girl definitely worth observing. Admiring, anyway. S'tor was admiring her thoroughly, mostly focused on her breasts.

She needed one of those 'my eyes are this way' pins. The lesbian was, of course, ignored. She rode blue. She wasn't worth it.

Such a shame Alex was off limits until Eturynth rose for the first time. Now there was a dragon he hoped Ryath would chase...and he likely would. Eturynth was one of the prettiest greens S'tor...and Ryath...had ever seen. "Love the outfit. Shame you're still off limits...although not for much longer, from what I know."

[Wolfy]

Alex knew from a single glance what what going on in the room. She knew that the dismal Weyling, Brittany of Blue Useckoth, she who ever insisted of being straight, was there. She knew that S'tor was brooding over somesuch, most likely about women. She knew S'tor was gazing rather greedilly at her more private parts. She basked in his attention, not caring where his gaze may wonder....even if it went into the less than decent areas.

"Mm, yes, I won't be then, now will I?" she purred seductively. Of course he was speaing of the upcoming flight, Eturynth's first flight. She grinned a feral smile as she thought of the plans Eturynth and Hersef had been making, the stunts they planned to pull, the challenges they were to pose. Yes, and many more factors besides. Eturynth, he is something among our guidelines. The Green was outside, high above, flying and practicing the current Weyrling drills. Even she knew the value of hard work. At times. "But then, I miight decide to get tangled up in something....but you and Ryath would just have to get us out."

She sat dow somewhere in the midst of all that, very close to S'tor, and poitioned herself in a teasing way. She flicked a glance at the cowering - yes, she was cowering, for what else could you call that pathetic way she was sitting?- girl, and cast her a signal she knew she wouldn't misunderstand: she jerked her head towards the door slightly, adding a little flick of her tongue against her own lips. She was rewarded with the sight of the Blue rider paling considerably, eyes burning with the embers of disgust and dislike. But she did do what was wanted. Shegathere her things in one sweep and was quickly out the door.

"Poor creatue," she crooned sarcastically. "No one believes her, and she's so damn timid...." She sighed just to add to the comic display, though her eyes showed a sadistic glee and mirth. Incredible how a dragon made the rider. Eturynth and her parentage were rubbing off on her.

[shadowreine]

"Blueriders tend to be quieter types," S'tor noted, thoughtfully. Not always, of course. "Greenriders...now those are far more interesting."

Of course, he was staying well away from the girl with the blue-green freak, even if she was pretty too. In a slightly different way, of course. A different physical type.

The nastier part of S'tor was quietly relishing the bluerider's 'quiet' tendencies, knowing full well it was more than that. He wondered who she was afraid of. If he could be sure it was him, he would have felt quite satisfied, but the greenrider was a brazen hussy. Like quite a few greenriders. As little as he liked to see too many women on fighting dragons, female greenriders were a definite...perk. Especially as Ryath had little chance of ever catching a gold, even if he did insist on chasing.