"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok

[Tomtomrawr]

In his private quarters, Commissar-Lieutenant Robert Miller stared out his window in awe and fascination. Ships, so many ships, were arriving and docking with Zvezdny. Order, Zoner, Hessian, anybody invited was arriving. And who could possibly refuse an invitation to a Christmas party in Omega-52? It had never happened before, so the people were lining up in their masses to attend.

Robert watched a Geb approach, and listened to the comm traffic with his own radio. The meticulous task of guiding the Geb safely into the mooring sites was a challenge. One that was normally controlled by humans was now controlled by robots, as the technicians of Zvezdny and the crew of the Geb were most likely partying.

'There you are!' A voice behind him exclaimed. 'Don't you remember what you had promised?'

'And what was that?' Robert asked the woman who was leaning in the door frame. She was in her mid-twenties, with long brown hair draping her shoulders, and soft green eyes. Her face was petite, her features perfectly spaced on her small head.

'You said, and I quote "If I live through all of this to a Christmas party, I will drink enough liquor to knock an entire battalion of troops from service for a week". So come on, we have a party to get to!'

She grinned, Robert grinned back, and then she rushed away in the direction of the party. Robert rose from sitting on his bed, and reached down to grab his cane. Then he departed swiftly, shouting after the woman to wait up.

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They arrived together, arms linked together. Robert and his woman friend had dressed informally, as everybody else. Robert wore jeans and a jacket, his woman friend in a skirt and blouse. Clothes hardly worth becoming excited about.

Suddenly, as they walked through the entrance, she turned sharply and pressed her lips against Robert's. A second later she pulled away, then pointed up. Mistletoe hung precariously over their heads.

'Ooo, mistletoe. Gets me every year. Most years into deep trouble when my father saw who I was kissing.' He chuckled lightly, and proceeded with her in-arm deeper into the throng of party-goers. He saw the bar, and glanced at his friend. She grinned wildly, and held up a beer funnel.

Oh, what have I gotten myself into. That was what Robert would have thought on any other night. But not tonight. No, tonight he was feeling the festive spirit.

In good humour, a radio play began to sound through the bar. Some listened, and when the comedy began laughter occasionally filled the room. A tap on Robert's shoulder drew his attention away. His woman friend was there, holding a beer funnel. She grinned, and he grinned back.

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[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.

Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.