Neil wasn't too perturbed. They had plenty of alcohol on the ship, and the cider was sweet. As much as it would likely kill him to stay here, there was a homemade quality to the food and drink. Unprocessed and fresh off the stove. A small vacation here wouldn't kill him, though the twinkle in Sayeeda's eyes did make him want to drink some hard liquor with her, preferably alone and naked. If their God was watching, Neil hoped he understood the pilot had an active imagination. 

"Amen!" Neil cried with them, all too eager to get some of the delectable smelling food into his mouth, but he was yanked up by Junebug onto the dance floor. 

He flushed, but laughed with her as they made it to the green and began to move with the music, hands and fingers intertwined, hips and feet moving in practiced step. Neil could dance to a few tunes, but he never did ask if Junebug could. It was a pleasant surprise, and soon the two of them stepped closer than even the married couples. It wasn't provocative to most dances at bars like the Hammered Cock, but to some of the more conservative onlookers, they were practically fucking in broad daylight.

At the aghast watchers, Junebug smirked. "Think they're jealous?" 

"I'd be jealous too. Not every guy has a hot commando girlfriend." 

Junebug gave him a look that was practically an order to kiss her, but if he did he wouldn't be able to stop. Glancing to the right, Neil saw Gerome watching them. Not only the two spacers, but everyone. Brother Gerome did not look pleased either, but it was hard to tell if it was due to Neil and Junebug or something else. A fat colonist sitting at a table raised a pie in salute, causing Neil to chortle and nearly break up their rhythm. Close by, Taya was being chatted up by a few of the younger men, and one was even gesturing to the green to dance, like as not. 

"Let's grab a bite. Tonight we can continue this..."