#dispatch fanfi

September 8th, 2021

“Blonde Blazer. My journey back to my home planet will take many rotations. If you are in need of companionship you may make love to others while I am gone."

She had taken his words to heart. Two months after his departure she had been on a series of dull to terrible dates, the last one not the worst, but certainly not the best.

Reece Chapman, a data analyst for Palantir Technologies, spent the entire night talking to her vaguely about the code they were working on, but couldn’t tell her what it was for. Outside of asking how her day had been when they first sat down they hadn’t asked her a single question. 

The Bounty Room.

Ice clinked against her glass of brandy as she swirled it around her mind drifting to the date and what a waste of time it was. 

‘Maybe I should just wait for Katon-Ur to return. Go back to just being Blonde Blazer dating him rather than trying to be Mandy with anyone else,’ she thought , finishing the drink and waving the bartender over. 'Or maybe I should go on dates as Blonde Blazer.'

As she waited a young man with dark brown hair and matching eyes slid into the chair beside her. His words slurred slightly as he spoke. “Hey gorgeous mind if I pay for that next drink. And while we wait for it, we can get to know each other a little bit.”

Mandy gave him a once over. He couldn't be older than 22. She was at least nine years his senior, but she tried to imagine his slightly tan fingers running through her hair, pulling it as he licked up her neck.

All she really wanted from these strings of dates was to be fucked. She needed it. Again, she swirled her empty glass, causing the ice to clink louder. “What’s your name?”

At the question, his smile grew wider. He ran a hand through his hair as he straightened up a bit.  "Atticus."

Mandy passed a snort off as a cough. “Let me guess. Your last name is Finch?”

His eyes went wide. “How do you know that?”

Mandy‘s own eyes went wide with amusement. “You can’t be serious.” She said laughter in her voice.

He frowned at her, pulling out his wallet, retrieving his ID and slapping it on the bar. Mandy glanced at it, sawthe name, Atticus Finch. And saw that he’s 20.

She was over a decade his senior. “Thanks for the offer Atticus, but I think I’m all right.”

His frown deepened as he leaned in closer, his lips just barely brushing her ear. “Oh, come on, babe we can have a really good time.” He said in a gruff voice.

Mandy gripped her glass tighter, knuckles whitening as she let out an exasperated sigh, ready to push the guy away from her when a voice from the other side of him said, “hey babe sorry I’m late this guy bothering you?”

The pair look at the woman. The first thing Mandy noticed was the spiky dark violet hair. Then her eyes traveled down her face, over her collar bone stopping only when she locked in on her exposed stomach. Shaking herself, she met her eyes, a mischievous glint twinkling in them.

Before Mandy can reply, Atticus leaned back, glancing between the two women. His boyish smile returned. “Oh, there’s two of you listen the three of us can have a good time the finchmeister can handle a lot.”

Mandy groaned at the name as the other woman leaned in closer to him whispering something in his ear that Mandy couldn't make out. He stared down at her for a moment before shaking his head and heading back over to the table with his friends

The woman slid into the seat Atticus had vacated. Mandy leaned in closer curiosity evident in her eyes. “What did you say to him?”

The woman laughed leaning in close to whisper in Mandy's ear.

“Oh there’s an us?” Mandy teased. 

“Could be. If you buy me a drink.” The woman said, her voice barely above a whisper. Now this was a sexy voice. 

“I’m not in the habit of buying drinks for someone whose name I don’t know.”

“Courtney.” 

“Mandy,” she said, turning to the bartender as he headed over to her. “Another brandy for me and…a bourbon for Courtney.” 

One side of her lip quirked up. “Not that I don’t like it when a hot ass woman orders for me but what if I didn’t like bourbon.”

Mandy rolls her eyes playfully as she looks at her. “You like bourbon.”