There's been an implicit promise between her and Beth not to say jack shit about the bar no matter what. Good thing they're both great at keeping secrets, even though part of her feels terrible that they have access to this... amazing place where men are still alive and you can touch them and kiss them and talk to them and drink with them, even fuck them if you're lucky... and women like Natalya don't.
But there's no chance she's going to give it up, no matter how much she likes Natalya. She can just see a goddamn stream of chicks lining up to get in that bar. The last thing she wants is her world invading that space. Stepping between Beth and Natalya, she nods. "We'll fill you in over a pint of that toxic mash you gals figured out how to distill. Right now, we have something important for the astronaut woman's son."
Natalya's expression is a little bit mocking. "More sucking American toys?"
Hero almost laughs. "Not quite. You remember my brother's pet? I've got the last remaining sample of its, uh, fecal matter, which... it's hard to explain, Natalya." She's going to try anyway, language barrier or no language barrier. "But Dr. Mann thinks she might have found a way to... to inoculate males against whatever killed all the other men, or something like that."
Now Natalya -- that crazy goddamn Russian -- looks a little stunned and a little happy, or maybe that's just pollen in her eyes. "So baby Vladimir can finally be leaving his plastics prison?"
Plastics prison: what a way to put it. The goddamn place has kept that baby alive.
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Date: 2007-02-06 07:00 am (UTC)But there's no chance she's going to give it up, no matter how much she likes Natalya. She can just see a goddamn stream of chicks lining up to get in that bar. The last thing she wants is her world invading that space. Stepping between Beth and Natalya, she nods. "We'll fill you in over a pint of that toxic mash you gals figured out how to distill. Right now, we have something important for the astronaut woman's son."
Natalya's expression is a little bit mocking. "More sucking American toys?"
Hero almost laughs. "Not quite. You remember my brother's pet? I've got the last remaining sample of its, uh, fecal matter, which... it's hard to explain, Natalya." She's going to try anyway, language barrier or no language barrier. "But Dr. Mann thinks she might have found a way to... to inoculate males against whatever killed all the other men, or something like that."
Now Natalya -- that crazy goddamn Russian -- looks a little stunned and a little happy, or maybe that's just pollen in her eyes. "So baby Vladimir can finally be leaving his plastics prison?"
Plastics prison: what a way to put it. The goddamn place has kept that baby alive.