Fresh Meat

Miles had come by to gamble a little, being conservative with his chips as he went. Noticing someone nearby was blowing through chips voraciously, the Dominant began to worry.

Offering a few chips to Rock, he moved to sit down beside them. “Try this last time, and perhaps we can move on to new activities?”

Originally posted by ebiemidnightlibrarian

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“thanks dude,” they said plucking the chips from the man’s hands. they flashed a smile at him before dropping them on the table for the dealer. with how bad they were going tonight, they were basically just scamming this guy into letting them keep playing which made it more fun. “thinkin’ of trying my hand at the roulette table, got a good feeling about there too.”

Ion was chowing down on some quick food in the Eatery. It had become a place of comfort for them since their arrival. Being gifted access to a cruise such as this still hasn’t settled into their mind.

As they ate, they people watched, curious as to what each person bought for food, drinks, etc. And what they were wearing. Sweatshirts and shorts. Tank tops and short shorts. Speedos and nothing else.

It was fascinating for Ion to do and before long, they were finished with their meal. The shifter’s outfit was loud; colorful long hair, warm makeup, and a red crop top with matching pants and a belt to cinch their waist. And of course, the perfect pair of heels.

Suddenly, a person interrupted their reverie. “Sorry there’s no food left to steal. I ate it all.” They said awkwardly, waiting for the other person to speak.

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Though she had boarded the ship a week prior, Jana still had a lot of exploring to do. Even if she wasn’t sure she’d manage to land the security of a Host to stay longer, if her time was short then she’d make the best of every second either way. That was her plan anyway. 

Aside from exploring, the Eatery was a place she frequented, it beat dinner in her cabin in every way and the food was better than what she could make herself so it was a win-win in her mind. Added to that was the variety of people she could see there. One of the guests definitely caught her eye and not just hers. She loved it, someone who clearly had no issue expressing themselves. 

“Oh! Sorry, wasn’t trying to steal food, was admiring those heels and.. well, the whole outfit really.” She said to them, pointing down at the heels. “Didn’t mean to stare but kinda couldn’t help myself.”

"Well there's more than enough food to go around in this place. Plus, it's cheap." She didn't need to know that their stay was completely paid for, including their food and drinks. "And thank you, I love this outfit too. I packed as many fun colors as I could when I decided to go on this trip."

Ion was chowing down on some quick food in the Eatery. It had become a place of comfort for them since their arrival. Being gifted access to a cruise such as this still hasn’t settled into their mind.

As they ate, they people watched, curious as to what each person bought for food, drinks, etc. And what they were wearing. Sweatshirts and shorts. Tank tops and short shorts. Speedos and nothing else.

It was fascinating for Ion to do and before long, they were finished with their meal. The shifter’s outfit was loud; colorful long hair, warm makeup, and a red crop top with matching pants and a belt to cinch their waist. And of course, the perfect pair of heels.

Suddenly, a person interrupted their reverie. “Sorry there’s no food left to steal. I ate it all.” They said awkwardly, waiting for the other person to speak.

Abe’s habits had been formed through both trauma and the inherent desire for survival at all costs. Once, a particularly stuck up Host had complained he behaved like he had spent too much time on a cage. It was a poorly crafted insult, especially for a wolf, but it wasn’t entirely wrong. Perhaps that was why he was trying to avoid Ion, never one to draw attention to himself, even by proxy. However, the words made him chuckle.

“Damn, shorty lo, please tell me you didn’t eat all the food in here because I will be bitter all day without those little bullshit smiley face pancakes Ms. Aida bangs out back there?” Head cocked to the side, knowing most of what he said would sound like just words to people who didn’t know him, but simply not caring.