Title: Nika No Characters: Michael 'Kane' Volkov, Annikka V. Shepard Setting: Silversun Strip, Citadel Situation: Booze is something precious Warning: Swearing
Another day, another pocket full of credits.
Well, half full, that is, seeing how Kane decided to continue his 'Treat Yourself Day' with a nightcap of his favorite whiskey: Bowmore's Darkest. Usually, he settled for a nice whisky or perhaps even vodka, but scotch was something he picked up from an old flame of his. Even though it didn't end on the best of terms, he had to give a silent tip of the glass in respect because damn if the burn didn't feel oh so good. It just made the night all the better. It was just him, the dogs, and the EUCC match between Edmonton and London. Nothing could come between him now.
Unless...
-click-
He knew that sound. It was the front door to Nika's apartment being unlocked and opened. Immediately, Susi, and Sisu got up off the couch and padded over to greet their mistress home. Kerebos, on the other hand, made a small rumbling noise befor settling his head back on his master's lap. Not taking his eyes off the screen, he gave a thumbs up to her announcing her intentions to take a hot shower to wash off the scum that is the Council. Okay, cool, more time for him. The german shepard and siberian husky followed Nika upstairs to the bedroom, leaving the other human and the doberman alone to enjoy the peace once more. Now, nothing would interrupt him and he could finish off the bottle before heading upstairs and joining his lover in a little post-match energy bur-
"Hei, pikku hauva~"
....Shit...
Both doberman and human slowly turned around at the phrase. Low and behold, there was Nika, standing there with her hands clasped behind her back, and dressed in her black cat kigurumi. Even worse, her icy-blue eyes weren't focused on him per-se. No, they were locked on the fucking bottle. To make matters worse, there was that fucking evil smile on her face.
Double Shit!
Immediately, she quickly scooted onto the couch, draping herself on Kane's lap with the smile growing even wider as the doberman scampered off the couch. "No, come back," he weakly called to the dog as he held the bottle up out of Nika's reach when she made her first attempt at it. Kerebos knew better than to come back. Glaring down at her, he frowned heavily, trying to convey how displeased he was at her. "No. Mine." All he got in response was a giggle and another lunge for the bottle. "Nika! No!" More giggling followed by more pawing for the bottle, forcing him to dodge her hands and deny himself any more of the Bowmore. "NIKA, NO! FUCK OFF!" Damn it all to hell! "YO NIKA, GET THE FUCK OFF MY BOWMORE! YOU'RE NOT GETTING SHIT! I'LL THROW YOUR FINLANDIA INTO THE STREET!" That stopped her. She stopped and stared up at him, considering what he said before the smile came back upon her face and the attacking came again with renewed vigor. "GOD DAMN IT I WILL HAVE YOU ARRESTED! NIKA, I SAID NO, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" It was then that Nika actually got up off her back and snatched the bottle up from his hands, rolling off the couch as she did. Kane could only stare, defeated as his wife sat up, triumph clearly written on her face as she took a swig from the bottle.
"You know I always win, my dear Michael." He just dragged a hand down his face and shrugged. "Too bad you still get your ass handed to you by a group of stuffy politicians." That elicited a huff followed by a biotically charged pillow hitting him in the head.
"And that is why I steal your Bowmore." "Yeah, yeah, love you too." "Always." "Share?" "Micheal...no~" "Eh....figures. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go wallow in self-pity in the shower for a bit. I'll see you in bed."
The Commander just laughed as Kane sulked upstairs, tail between his legs.
One day, he mentally swore, he was going to enjoy a single bottle of Bowmore alone.
Even if he had to enjoy it alone in deep space.
