#drunk!manda

commanderweir

A dimensional gate suddenly opens. Weir stumbles through it looking confused. He spots the sloshed recruit, and gives her sympathetic look.

“Drink peppermint tea in the morning. You’ll thank me.”

Weir looks around, and realizes he must have taken a wrong turn somewhere.

“Thanks Mister Old Guy!” Manda waved in greeting to the man who stepped out of the violet portal. “That works ‘cause I looooooooove tea!”

There was something oddly familiar about the uniform he was wearing, but it was difficult to pinpoint it.

saihyo-of-the-frost

Saihyo looked over the sloshed recruit and the bottle she was nursing. 

“Humm… peach huh I think I’ll join you. ” He sat beside her without waiting for a response and he plucked a peach sake bottle from a shelf (under lock and code. Damn those kids will drink anything in this place) and started to drink it near her. “So… let’s play the age old game of never have I ever. Was popular when I was your age…”

Manda swung her feet back and forth in happiness, whether from the alcohol in her system or from having a new friend to entertain. She was quite tempted to sample Saihyo’s drink, but at the same time was more than happy with her bottle of schnapps.

“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...”

“Ooh-hoo, it’s not?”

“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?”

“Coyote!”

“He’s scary!” Manda hiccuped, nodding her head in agreement to her own statement. Then she stopped because the movement was making her dizzy and paused to think. “Buuuuuut... not in the same way that the Commander is scary… more like you know he’s disappointed in you if you act unprofessional around him. Like -well- a dad kind of disappointed. But at the same time when he’s around the Commander you can tell he’s so happy that she’s back and here and with him.” 

Manda practically melted against the bar in happiness, gushing over her superior officers’ romance.

“I remember going up to the Bridge to bring them coffee one morning and they were just sitting against the railing that goes around the Holosphere next to each other.” She smiled. “I dunno what they were talking about but they were both smiling and they looked so happy and in love.”

Manda sighed wistfully; omitting that she’d almost dropped the thermoses of coffee and kind of ruining the moment between Central and the Commander.

Central Officer Bradford (c) Firaxis Games

Drunk Manda Returns!

Courtesy of her friends in the Canadian Resistance Haven that she spent three years living in, Recruit Manda has been gifted a rather large bottle of Peach Schnapps. And someone challenged her to drink the entire thing over the course of an evening!

Good thing she has the day off tomorrow. XD

Event: Sloshed Noodle ACTIVATED

Now’s your chance to ask Recruit Manda any burning questions that she otherwise might not answer sober. Though expect some ridiculous answers the drunker she gets...

Feel free to answer below, message me or send in an ask.

You can also request her opinions on fellow crewmembers, challenge her to do something wild, or pretty much anything!

(There may be doodles, so there’s not currently a time limit for this) ;D

By now the majority of the combat squad had arrived in the Avenger’s bar to witness -and keep an eye out- for the tiny recruit to ensure she didn’t go overboard… one way or another. As a result, she lightened up at the thought, reaching over the bar towards Alex.

“Alex! Alex!” Manda waved over the redhead, who was still looking concerned at the amount of alcohol she was determined to polish off.

“Yes darling, anything I can get you?”

Manda made a ‘come hither’ motion with her finger until the bartender was within whispering range. Then she ‘booped’ Alex right on the nose with a giggle. The bartender looked surprised for a split second, returning the laugh and shaking her head.

The tiny recruit booped Big Time and Hightower -who were on the bar stools flanking her- making the sharpshooter snicker and her boyfriend blush. She then hopped out of her seat, nearly tripping into Undertaker’s arms.

“You all right, sweetie?” The gorgeous sniper gave her a concerned look.

Manda smiled widely and eased up on her tip-toes, catching Undertaker off-guard when she booped her nose and then stumbled off to the other end of the bar. Someone could’ve swore the sniper was blushing from it.

Next came the rest of the girls piled onto the couch at the wall of the bar. Like a game of ‘duck, duck, goose’ Manda booped Rogue, Blitz, Smokey, and Phoenix on the noses prompting eye-rolls and giggles in turn.

Arma and Rascal we sitting together at the other end of the bar, the young ADVENT had an expression crossed between a scowl and a pout. 

“[What the hell is she doing?!]”

Rascal simply answered with a raised eyebrow, shrugging as Manda made her way to where they were seated. Manda gasped excitedly, booping Rascal over his mask.

“It’s like a double boop!” She giggled. “Because your mask has a nose too! Kinda- sorta…” She pointed at his skull bandana and Rascal chuckled. Manda turned and suddenly pouted at the former shieldbearer. “Now how am I supposed to boop your nose if your nose is covered?” She tapped his helmet.

“[I’m not taking it off!]” Arma folded his arms over his chest. “[nuh-uh!]”

“But... booooopp.” Manda pouted, giving him puppy eyes.

Arma remained somewhat unaffected, fidgeting in his seat. “[What the fuck is a] ‘boop’?” The change to English was noticeable in Arma’s voice, as there wasn’t a word in ADVENT for the strange phenomena.

“It’s easy!” Manda lightened up again, hopping on the spot. “Here. I’ll teach you.” She stretched out her neck, facing him. “Poke my nose!”

Arma hesitated and then gently tapped Manda on the nose as if it was going to cause him some harm.

“Now say ‘boop’.”

“Boop?!”

Manda giggled in delight. “That’s how you ‘boop’! “ She resolved to booping his visor before skipping off towards her seat. She was -of course- intercepted by Coyote, who had an enthusiastic smile across his face.

“Me too! Me too!”

Manda smiled, booping the ranger’s nose and he returned the affectionate gesture. The recruit was about to return to her seat when she stopped and noticed something on the far wall. 

Stumbling over she giggled when she located Rex who was hidden in the shadows. The tiny Canadian needed to jump up to properly reach the former ADVENT Captain’s nose. “Boop!”

A chuckle, almost like the rumble of a lion’s purr, came from Rex and he slowly reached forward and tapped her on the nose.

“Boop.”

Alex © @girugin

Recruit Manda © @ask-manda-of-the-6

Manda giggled at the suggestion, and then thought over the logistics of it with a frown. “Awwwww… but we don’t *have* enough plastic wrap!” She pouted. “The only stuff on board is kept under lock and key specifically for the purpose of keeping the Commander’s leftover sandwiches fresh.”

She sighed in defeat. “Any besides, do you know how *many* doors are on this ship?! I was surprised Coyote could booby-trap them all with mistletoe!”

Finally she added, “and I’m suuuuper short! I can barely reach the top of the door if I jump. I’d need someone tall to help me out.”

So unfortunately, the recruit could not go about pranking the doorways… not unless their next supply drop had several *hundred* boxes of plastic wrap. She instead resumed drinking her precious peach schnapps.