Ali raised his glass — vodka tonic undoubtedly — and drank. He was in his living room on his couch in shorts and a T-shirt that should have long since been retire. Te late day sun streaming in through the window. Caleb raised his own glass — a poor approximation of a whiskey and coke — from his own couch on the Hegemony vessel and drank. “To new adventures,” said Ali with more than a little melancholy. “Yeah,” said Caleb back at the display.
They sat in silence for a few long minutes, staring at one another from across nearly one percent of a light year. Finally Caleb said, “ I’m not very good at this. I know I’m not. But I just wanted to tell you that I–” He stopped. It wasn’t that he did not know what words to say. He did not know what words he felt. He knew he should be missing Ali, and fearing to never see him again. He should even be fearing his own death, far away from Earth on some strange alien structure. While he knew all those things, he did not feel any of them. “I miss you,” he finally said.
“Me too,” said Ali. His eyes were pools of welling tears and he quenched his rising sob with a drink.
They stared at each other for a few more minutes before each signing off. Caleb sat on the couch staring at the empty space where the display had floated, the drink growing warm in his hand, for a long time before the display appeared again. It was Allie on her own couch wrapped in a fluffy robe and holding a full glass of red wine.
“Hello?” she said, drawing out the word.
Caleb blinked. “Hello,” he said and saw her blink then smile as her own display revealed him.
“I got your message,” she said and took a drink. By the way she held the glass he could tell it was hardly her first that afternoon.
“Yeah, sorry about that,” he said and took a luke warm sip of his own. “I didn’t know if I’d get you before I left so I–”
“Never mind!” she said with a smile. “I get it. You are off on a big adventure, even beiger than just floating around in space and fucking hot alien chicks.”
“Come on,” she scolded and took another drink. “Tell me you haven’t fucked one alien yet? You’ve been gone for weeks.”
Caleb relaxed. It was Allie. Of course she would want to know. “Okay.”
Allie nearly squeed. “I knew it. Excellent!” She put her glass down on the table in front of her and threw herself back into her couch. As she did she let the robe fall open, revealing the dark and luscious curves of her body. She opened her legs and reached down with supple fingers.”
“Tell me all about it,” she said biting her lip, “and for god’s sake pull that cock out.”
Caleb did, and did.
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