Sloshed Noodle Shenanigans: Squad Bode
“Guys, come on... Manda’s in no state to-”
“Joe -my little tower- look she’s the perfect amount of drunk to ask her anything.” Coyote turned the recruit around in her seat so she was facing him and smirked. “Okay Shorty, eyes on me.”
“Y’know who’s got the best eyes?” Manda interrupted the ranger before he could pester her with more ridiculous questions. “Rex!” She pointed in the direction of the former ADVENT Captain, who was now sitting with Rascal and Arma at the other end of the bar. “Rex has the prettiest eyeballs in the whole wide ship!”
Coyote laughed at the conviction in her statement, agreeing nonetheless. “Well what about me, Shorty? You like something on me?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Hightower made a whine of disapproval from behind Manda while she gave the question some thought.
“Hmmm...” She reached her hands out to his jaw. “I like your beard!” She giggled and smooshed his cheeks together. “Scruff-scruff!”
“Oi!” Coyote laughed, pushing her hands away. Apparently he was a bit ticklish there. “You got something that you like in everyone else? We know that you think Lizzie’s got the best butt.” He winked in Undertaker’s direction who gave him a reciprocative death-glare.
Manda tilted her head to the side as she looked at the sniper. “But- that’s not my favourite part of her...”
“Nuh-uh.” Manda swung her feet through the air, "I like Lizzie’s lips the best! They’re like...” She drew a heart through the air, “A heart! And she always paints them the right colour and they’re so soft.”
“Uh... Manda?” Hightower shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“Cause she kissed me on the forehead for my birthday, remember?” She poked herself above her right eyebrow, turning to face her boyfriend.
“Oh, yeah I guess.” Hightower fiddled with his fingers.
“What about everyone else?” Big Time leaned forward, smiling widely.
Hopping out of her chair, Manda giggled and hugged Big Time. “You’ve got the nicest hair Biggie T,” she nuzzled the side of the sharpshooter’s head. “So floofy and pretty and soft.”
“Aww... thanks kiddo.” Big Time ruffled Manda’s hair in response.
“And ooh- Rascal’s got nice arms! And his tattoo’s all uh- glowy-glowy!” She hopped up and down on the spot, pointing at the medic’s sleeve which made him chuckle. “Annnnd...” She looked at the former ADVENT shieldbearer seated next to him. “Arma’s got the best smile!.”
That prompted an alarmed shout and dark orange blush from the young hybrid as well as a few snickers from the soldiers.
“No I’m serious!” Manda looked around. “Arma’s got the nicest smile, but he doesn’t use it very much...”
Stating that truth made Manda a little teary-eyed, but she bounced back from it with a hiccup.
“And Smokey’s waist is like- perfect.” She half-skipped, half-stumbled to the couch which was crowded with the girls. “I dunno it always looks good with your jacket or the belts you wear.”
“Merci~” Smokey giggled, taking a sip from her drink.
“Rogue, I know you don’t like it... but I think your cheeks with your freckles are adorable!” Manda only just held back the temptation to smoosh the combat hacker’s face for fear of getting zapped by her ever-present GREMLIN.
The compliment still had Rogue flushing almost as red as her hair.
“And Blitz has the best legs ever!” Manda was practically vibrating, hopping up and down on the spot. “You make running look like nothing when you’re out on the battlefield or in the gym.”
“And she works for it!” Big Time chimed in agreement.
“Damn straight!” Blitz laughed, toasting her bottle in the air.
Stopping at the end of the couch Manda smiled to Phoenix. “And I like your neck, Amy!”
“My... neck?” Psi Operative raised an eyebrow at the recruit, utterly confused.
“Mmm hmm!” Manda nodded. “It’s so- I dunno... it’s just really nice!” She pointed up and down her neck. “Maybe ‘cause of the way your hair’s cut. But it’s all elegant. Like a swan.” She made her hand into a bird shape and then paused to gasp. “Or a phoenix!!”
“Okay, Manda.” Hightower wrapped an arm around Manda’s shoulders, shepherding her back to her seat at the bar. “I think maaaaybe you’ve had a bit too much to drink...”
“And these...” Manda leaned forward and caught one of Joe’s hands with both of hers. “These are my favourite parts of you, Joey.” She kissed his palm and smiled up to him. “Your hands.”
“Wait-” Hightower flushed, looking over his free hand a bit astonished. “They are? Uh... How come?”
“Cause they’re yours!” Manda stated. “Most people would think big hands couldn’t do delicate work, but yours can! Sure you can wrangle wild horses and lift crates as big as I am but you can also protect a little bitty kitty and make those tiiiiny adjustments on your heavy gun.”
Opening up the hand that she was holding she pressed her hand against it, nearly dwarfed in comparison.
“The best hands...” She whispered, giving him a bright smile.
Joe pulled her into his arms, rubbing up and down her back and setting his chin on her head. “All the better to never let you go with...”
A chorus of ‘awwwwws’ from their squadmates followed; though some people were teary-eyed as much as they would deny it.
“When’s the wedding you two?”
Everyone besides this sappy tiny noodle (c) @commanderplease
