Stenka Razin looked the Zoner up and down, noting her expensive jewelry and carefully manicured nails, a host to the beauty myth, another "thinspiration" for the teenage girls of sirius, where bodies become vessels of consumerism.
For a moment he wanted to push her in front of a fighter and leave a makeup smear for meters along the tarmac before repressing his feelings, he was not about to start a bar fight.
"I'm told i'm ridiculously hard to hit when flying, especially by Katz." Stenka said grudgingly, still looking at the Zoner with disdain. "But then again, he was very drunk at the time"
"Oi, Weasel! you were drunk too!" Katz replied from the other end of the bar, raising his glass to Stanka and downing the remainder of his drink.
Stenka topped his own glass up with the bottle he bought with him, exchanging it with one of his comrades for a hastily scrawled note. Razin read it carefully before waving Katz over, trading heated discussion over rain-proofing.
"I'm afraid I'm walking and drinking Nichole, enjoy your stay" Stenka mumbled, nodding to Katz and patting a few comrades on the back on the way out, heading for the fighter bay.
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