Snippet #1007268

“Why thank you, Mary Sue,” Ace said in a rather southern accent, almost as if he was trying to be funny, to the pretty blond waitress that served him his plate of pizza and his cold mug of beer. She gave him a smirk, but rolled her eyes once she turned around so that he couldn’t see as she walked off. Ace eyed her up and down, always thinking her the most attractive employee here at the Pub—probably one of the most stubborn ones too, for out of all the times he asked her out on a date, she denied him. He didn’t understand why this was so, for most girls in the dome got along with him and were always interested in dates. In Mary Sue’s case, it was because she knew of his bad boy reputation. She didn’t want to get involved with anything that some might refer to as illegal. But that’s beside the point; Ace always wanted what he couldn’t have. This waitress seemed to be his most difficult challenge yet. “It would be just a date!” he raised his voice, trying to catch her attention before she got to far away. She turned around briefly, an expression of contempt in her eyes. I guess that would be a no then… he thought to himself, taking a long swig from his mug, enjoying the warmth he felt in his chest once in went down. His pepperoni pizza slice was huge, almost covering his whole plate. He lifted it up with both hands, taking a significant bite out of it.

While chewing, he heard a voice from his right side. Upon turning to see the face of whom was speaking, his eyes widened slightly in surprise. It was the same woman he had seen outside of the Dome earlier next to Peng, trying to get inside. Apparently she made it in, as well Peng himself. Ace was thrown back a bit by the beast’s presence, wondering if he was really allowed to be in here or if people were just passing a blind eye over the situation. Hell, if no one cared he was here, Ace didn’t care either. Ace swallowed the food in his mouth smoothly, then wiped his mouth off with a napkin.

“Sure thing, miss,” he said with his classic charm, moving the bowl of chili over to the woman who asked for it. Her red hair was a sight to see, having not seen someone new come in to Mars with a head of hair that color in a couple years. Then again, his own white hair made a statement in itself. He contemplated for a few seconds afterwards whether he she let her be or strike a conversation. Obviously since she was new to this planet, she would most likely want some time to recollect and take in what was all around her. Then again, her almost pleasant attitude was giving him different ideas. Go for it. He took another swig of beer, then spoke.

“I can tell you are new. What is your name, if you don’t mind me asking?” Ace asked, smiling at her in a friendly manner, adjusting his body language as to face himself closer to her. He was an outgoing, fairly popular man, most knowing his name in this place. His suave moves made him a ladies man. To any outsider looking at the pair, they were probably thinking Ace was on to a new conquest with her. That could have been the case slightly, for she indeed had some beautiful features, but this time around, he was in it to be friendly. Ace was after all one of the first few people on Mars to come into contact with her probably, and he wanted to set a good impression.

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While Katrina sat up against the glass, she continued to watch those around with amazement. How did they ever get used to such a lifestyle like this? As if it was just normal? It would never be normal to be living on Mars. It was unnatural, humans weren’t meant to live here. Her attention drew across to the room, eyes resting on Jasen, the only person she knew of by name, that she could recall. A smile rose a bit when she noticed one of the other new arrivals approach that same hamburger bar. It was the girl that looked almost identical to herself, both sharing the same sleek black hair that stretched down to their mid legs. The only thing that put the two apart were their clothes and the color of their eyes, and maybe a slight age difference. The fact that there was someone so closely resembling herself made her feel more at home. There were at least 20 girls in her German Science Lab that looked identical to herself. Having someone come close to that same DNA on Mars have her a better feeling about herself.

She was lost in her thoughts of the girl across the room when she was abruptly brought out of her focus with a brief smack to the face. Her mouth dipped open, a confused expression playing across her features. Fear was the first emotion she felt, followed by anger that she was so rudely hit. Had this stranger not seen her sitting there against the wall? It took a few seconds before realizing that he was holding an alcoholic beverage of some sort in his other hand. Oh, so you must be drunk, she thought to herself, peering up at him with her bright eyes full of angst.

“No, thanks,” she murmured, clenching her fists to her sides, holding back an urge to want to stand up and yell at him in his face. Something in her stomach told her to hold back, and that he seemed a bit… dangerous. Drunks always seemed to make trouble, which Katrina desperately wanted to stay out of. Especially while she was still in the process of figuring out her malformity, or in brighter terms, her “power”. Not to mention his looks were kind of holding her back from standing up to him. He had a creepy look of grunge and an odd smell, plus even a few missing fingers. She cringed a slight bit, but tried to keep a steady face.