Victoria snorted when Diana spoke about "quiting while she was ahead. [color=#4F97A3]"The only thing you're ahead of me on is hitting the fucking floor like the blotto sod you are, tiny chick."[/color] The Oceanic snorted, tossing he rmane of raven black hair like an arrogant horse so that it exposed her damaged ear. [color=#4F97A3]"With how small you are your blood must be 90% crappy liquid-gold! Feeling weak? need someone to tuck you in like a tyke 'n' give you a pash so you can crash like the other naked idiot?"[/color] She barely payed any mind to the onlooker at first,, focused on celebrating her victory, but fixed the soldier with a glare at the mention of 'dirthairs.' [color=#4F97A3]"Oi cunt! Stop with the racist yarn, yeah? You look like a jackass. If you say it again I'm going to stub out that smoke on your tongue before taking you out back and using your whore face to shovel horse shit. 'N' then we'll see whose's a fucking 'dirthair', won't we?"[/color] the tall teen hissed, spitting directly on Ines's shoes. 

She was laying it on a little thick there perhaps but this "Ines" broad was lucky her head wasn't already under Victoria's boot heel. She was well aware of the fact that Darscens were a punching bag and it would have been easy for her to take out her anger over her poor life on them, but she refused. A cigarete in her mouth she could stand, but there was no room for racism or discrimination in her life and she had put her foot up someone's ass before for such language. Confident that the point was made she turned back towards Diana, wolfish smile etched onto her face as she looked the tiny girl up and down hungrily.

 She snickered as Diana splashed Luke with water, already clapping her hands as she began to chant. [color=#4F97A3]"Take them off!"[/color] she crowed, her devious expression making it clear what "them" meant exactly. An eyebrow raised in appreciation as Diana obeyed, not even bothering to hide her leering. [color=#4F97A3]"Wow, so maybe the girl is a woman after all!"[/color] Victoria noted wryly. [color=#4F97A3]"First order: Drop your arms."[/color]

Victoria had to admit, "Mistress" sounded quit nice coming out of Diana's mouth. She snickered as the 5'4" female talked to her titties, motion for her and Luke to get on with it. She saw right through the boy's false bravado, it was cute really. [color=#4F97A3]"You don't look so comfortable yourself, stud. Never kissed a chick before?[/color] She scooted out from her chair and stood behind the pair, both of them earning a "friendly" swat on the ass with just a hint of groping. [color=#4F97A3]"Well? Get to it you two!"[/color]

And then finally they did, Victoria whooping and hollering as the pair kissed. It was adorable, the embarrassed couple in clear view of literally everyone in the bar. That would hopefully be enough for them to know who was in charge in the unit! When Diana and Luke parted ways  the Oceanic trooper rested an arm on the girl's shoulder, leaning in to whisper in her ear. [color=#4F97A3]"Second order: Tonight you're going to head up to my room and strip again. We'll see where it goes from there. Oh, and feel free to bring a friend."[/color]

It was technically her right to command this, but Victoria wasn't going to make a fuss if the girl refused. Not everyone was as "romantically inclined" as herself. In a way, this was a test. Would Diana rise to the occasion? Or would she slink away and hide?

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Before she could jump into the pits of drunken debauchery Victoria had to pay her respects to the patron saint of Oceania's soldiers. She hadn't forgotten that Thomas "Marathon" Carter, Oceania's own legendary warrior, was in the White Hart as well. Quietly she slipped out of the bar and back upstairs, peering into every open door until she found the one she was looking for. As soon as she saw him her whole demeanor changed, she straightened up to her full height and took her hat off in respect, twisting it in her hands nervously. Carefully she crossed the threshold with the reverent manner of a worshiper in a church. [color=#4F97A3]"Mr. Carter, sir? My name is Victoria White. It's an honor to meet you."[/color]

She rarely went by her actual name, and referred to people as "Mr" even less often. But this wasn't some normal dude, this was Marathon! Really she wanted to kneel at his bedside and grovel, but managed to keep some level of dignity still.

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