Hunter adjusted his uniform....again. He didn't find it odd at all that there were no civilian clothes in his closet to wear. He'd never really had a need to hide the title he earned as admiral, plus in many cases his pristine uniform had done the talking for him, opening many doors that otherwise would have remained closed to himself and Fleet. He had discarded the tunic mostly to keep from having to iron it later though. There were a variety of things he wanted to do tonight, assuming that Jack had taken the hint he hit her over the head with like a blunt object and showed up not unlike her wrench throwing. Shaking his head with a chuckle at the thought Hunter continued to fuss about his quarters trying to make sure everything was in place. He pulled a bottle out, and poured himself a glass of whiskey before settling in to wait, eyes glancing around the room double and triple checking, that and look at the clock repeatedly over the next quarter hour. She had done her best to clean up and set the alarms on several droids. The crew wandering about the halls were doing double takes as she sprinted by. Was that....The bell to Admiral's quarters would chime and behind the door would be standing the one and only Jack. Sure there were still smudges on her face, but she was use to that, consider it her daily make up routine. The clothing however was another matter. Black flared pants with little skull and cross bones on the pockets. Dark purple tank top with a corset over top. The corset zipped instead of laces with heavy clasps over top fitted rather like a fencer's corset. Hair pulled back in a sloppy pony tail. There would be nothing in her hands, but rest assured she had brought a few things to offer.

Hunter stood aside from the door. He hadn't been over eager in his rushed pace, hurrying to the door to open it. No internal log playback would show him jumping up from the couch to get there and be ready to step aside in a crisp military fashion. He did bow his head at her entry though. "Welcome, Jack....I am so glad you decided to take me up on the offer to come by and spend a little time with me." He lifted a hand to gesture to the couch and table that had a variety of games meant for two.

"I do enjoy all of those games. Maybe next time I will replicate one of those old gaming systems and we can see who is better at Mario Brothers. Zelda is a good one, but mainly one player." Grinning as she handed things over to him. "It may sound like a lot of food, but it is all small portions and finger food so we should be able to munch through it. Besides that there is still dessert." Oblivious to the marks on her face, Jack continued and when the last dish was set down her hand quickly wrapped around that whiskey. "We are at your place so your call what game we try first." Despite the banter, food and games, Jack was just happy that they were able to be so at ease with each other. No worrying over anything, but how much time had passed and even that was really more of a side note.

He considered the things he had out, and realized that what he wanted was time looking her way. Most of the games required they be on different sides of the room. "Honestly, I think playing battleship might be what I would like to do." He took up a position on the couch, back against the arm and his leg pulled up under him. He handed her the red board and took the blue for himself. "I think red might be your color." Hunter couldn't decide if he had just tried to flirt with her or not. He refused to admit that he might be blushing though. "Are we making Christmas jokes?" Jack couldn't help teasing him as she sat Indian style on her side of the couch. The little red board sitting comfortably in the crooks of her knees. "Besides, I do like the color red now and again." Carefully choosing where to set the ships, she only hoped she would stand a chance. Granted there was some skill in laying a grid pattern which she could avoid, but that could be predicted to. Best not to over think it. Wait! Wasn't there an algorithm for this? Leaning over to pick up an open bottle of pale ale, Jack poured a small glass for them both and chugged it down letting the room spin for a second. "Game on."

Following suit she took out a white peg and marked her own board trying to duck a little lower behind it to hide the rising color in her cheeks. "Not everyone finds it appealing. Some have called it unnerving." Peering back into Hunter's eyes her wings flickered in amusement. An interesting proposition, though a dangerous one in the best way possible. Settling up with a much heavier drink, Jack held it up in salute. "Ask away then." Would he go for the basics" Favorite color, music, and so on or be a little more daring" He may have missed with his shot, but he had managed a hit on her it seemed. She was probably going to get as many reactions from him though. "Okay, though that was my miss so you should be asking about me." He thought for a moment, not about what he wanted to know, rather if it was appropriate to ask. "Your wings look very delicate, do you need to take special precautions with the work you do in order to keep them whole or are they more durable than they seem?" The idea of starting small had occurred to him, but he really wanted to know more than that, especially since he didn't know how long he would have her in this position. "My wings are rare among my mother's kind. Only she and I have them out of all my siblings. For a male to have them it is even rarer." Taking a sip of the rich whiskey, she contemplated his question. Having them all her life she really never gave it more than a passing thought. "Having wings does not interfere with my work, it just means that it might take me a bit longer to squirm under something. They are more durable then they look, but by texture rather gossamer like silk." Adjusting her back, she leaned forward so that he could touch them easily. "Go ahead. It's okay. I do want to know though, have you always wanted to be an Admiral or was this more an accidental promotion' H4" He hesitated a moment before reaching to touch her wing. She had said they were more durable than they looked, so he did his best not to let his hesitation show in his touch. The pads of his fingers slid along the outer edge of them before slipping down along the surface. Hunter swallowed visibly as he felt that silken texture. "That was a hit by the way..." His free hand pushed a red pin into the pt class boat. "I didn't always want to be an admiral, I didn't go to the academy until my mentor passed. He pushed me towards it because they could help me with....Well I wanted to be a doctor of sorts." Hunter pulled his hand back with a reluctant jerk. He would have been happy to keep exploring it, but suddenly it seemed more personal. "I got pulled into command though, battle plans don't always work the way the people in charge want them too. B8"

Hunter put a red pin up on the top of his board to indicate the ship he had sunk. He liked the sound of her laugh, would like to hear it again. "The points are taken, rules where they apply, I think for the most part on a ship they are meant to make things run as smoothly as we can. If everyone knows how to react within their jobs, there will be a little less panic when we need to react in an emergency. There will be emergencies too. But you haven't asked a question." He pulled another red pin out and pushed it into a ship. "Hit by the way." Hunter took a breath and waited for his turn in the hot seat. "E 4" A wicked grin crossed her face as she mused over what to do. Dare she make him squirm' "Why don't we hit a little closer to home. Are you a momma's boy or were you daddy's little helper?" There were many levels as to why she asked that question. First off it was good practice considering how screwed up her family was and if they became more than ship mates and friends, it would be good to know what might send something flying at her. "Miss and let's see if B12" Hunter didn't know how to answer that exactly. "Mostly I suppose I was hard like my mother, a real embarrassment to my family. I left home young and haven't been back. Miss....They wanted me to stay home, get married....I wanted to be a doctor. Males are not given a lot of choices where I come from. If they knew what I am they would be shamed." He kept his eyes on her even as he placed the white pin. There was no betrayal of how her question made him feel, his tone stayed as flat as it had for most of the questions so far. "My brothers were much better sons than I was. F6" The rest of the battle passed with more casual questions, keeping things light hearted. It wasn't that either one of them didn't want to know more, but there was a time and a place not to mention the fact that this was supposed to be fun and relaxing! Not an interrogation. When the glasses had been emptied and most of the chicken wings gone it had come down to the last battleship. A race, peg by peg to sink the damn ship and what do you know....Jack might have missed.

Glowing green eyes watched his hand over as her own card a two of clubs hit the table. Nothing to slap about. "Well, siblings make that question a little complicated and then you had different fathers in the mix and yeah." Jack counted and flipped another card already fast on the heels of counting again to get him use to the pace. Nothing. 1, 2, 3. Nope...."You are pretty handsome yourself." Winking as she tossed the next card down.

He turned the card over on her count, his pulse rising mildly. The anticipation must be getting to him, certainly not the compliment from Jack. He laid an 8 of clubs down now. "I've honestly never thought about what I look like beyond....Well traditional attire and the uniform." He forgot to leave his hand by the pile as he indicated the earring and the topknot. "Though to be honest the uniform would be frowned on."

"What would they do' Stick you in a dress?" Shaking her head as the cards kept falling and no matches yet. "Don't get my wrong, you have a great build, but I can't see you in lace." Jack had her share of lace dresses she would rather forget from childhood. Bows as big as her butt, mounds of lace and silk covering her feet and making noise none stop. "Jack!" Hand racing down to get there first. Wings flickering in excitement.

"That's actually quite accurate really." He was a moment too late his hand going down to cover hers. "Somehow I think that the numbers are against me with this game. What's your pleasure information or shall I drink something?" He nearly forgotten to let her hand up, pulling his hand away and hiding his embarrassment. Gathering up the cards when his hand left hers, Jack tried not to blush. For the ice man his hands were really warm and tender. Biting her lower lip as she boldly stared at him, Jack decided to cut him a break. "You pick what you want me to drink and I want to know are you having a good time?" I was simple enough and easy enough to give any answer too, but she would watch his face intensely to see if it was really what he wanted to say. Hunter poured her a shot of clear vodka before he answered. He hadn't missed the mild color to her cheeks though he hardly attributed that to his hand. "I have been enjoying myself....I can honestly say that it is more likely I am enjoying you though. A definite improvement from the way I normally spend my nights." He readied a new card and began to count. "Three, two, one...." Down went the next card, a queen of spades. "If it isn't too much to ask....I would like to do this again."

"I rather like you too. Even if I do have to tackle you to the ground now and again." Jack watched him drink the shot and smiled, hands already waiting to deal another card. It was oh so tempting to reach out and take his again. Warm and callused despite sitting in the captain's chair. "I believe I have to answer a question." Hair falling in her face again. A fair enough question, but the real question was did she catch any of that when his fingers brushed the rim of her ear or the warm in the small gesture. Licking her lips Jack really really had to think about what the question was. Could she blame the vodka still? "I...I wanted to be in fleet because of my father, but I didn't want his title or name to get me anywhere. I don't want to be high up because there are expectations, but I didn't want to be so low on the totem that I couldn't actually do important work." Mind rolling through all that she wanted to say and jumbling it up, all she could clearly think was how she didn't want his hand to pull away yet. "Age means experience, but not so old they can't see or accept what?s new. I have never needed an escort. Hell never let myself have one, but...

But, I wanted to have a fresh start. Be someplace where I couldn't be reached by family or family friends. To just be reached for because someone wants to." Did I really just say that! In her mind she was flailing in all directions and it showed in the rapid movement of her wings. Her face schooled and calm despite the rising color pink in her chest and neck. Hunter managed to pull a small smile out when she was so flustered. He hadn't intended it, but it was nice to know he wasn't the only one trying to keep their head straight. "Fair enough." He did reluctantly pull his hand away from her, letting the next card fall an ace of hearts. He really hadn't looked at it though the motion was simply something that needed doing, he was still looking at her face. "You should have someone reaching for you because they want to." He cleared his throat and looked down to see what her card might be. "I think I forgot to count." "I think we can let it slide." Jack tossed the card looking at Hunter. They were pretty much at a tie, but she would let him win if he kept this up. The card tumbled over showing the jack of hearts. Her hands didn't move for it, she could only keep smiling as her wings settled back down. Maybe leaning just a tad too much his way.

The agreement was given with respect and Jack waited til the com badge was shut down before bursting into laughter. "I guess this is good night to game night. A tie seems fair." She hadn't moved her head from his, taking note of his eyes changing. Her hand squeezed his a little tighter offering what comfort she could to the captain. Hopefully Dex wasn't too bad of a thing. "You know where to find me if you need to chat."

He delighted in her laughter the sound of it easing the tension that had built at the mention of the deskbound Admiral Dex. The squeeze of his hand was noted too though that was appreciated differently. "Tonight perhaps, but tomorrow is another day." And the one after that if he had his way. It wasn't often that he didn't get his way on the ship though. "I know one place to find you....some place that has very odd shielding." The hideaway room with the hot tub came to mind." I'll of course look for you there if I somehow lose track of you on internal sensors." "Just ask the droids. They know everything." Chuckling despite not wishing the night to end. Granted she was a night fae most of the time. Or would it be fairer to say a no sleep fae" For the first time since she was young, Jack actually looked forward to something other than work and it showed. Her eyes seemed to glow a bit brighter at his request, wings held high in delight. "Just remember to bring your own suit next time. I'm assuming you want me to leave first?" She didn't wish to bring it up, but it made sense. Could the admiral be seen with the missing engineer so soon? He gave her a nod for the droids as much as for needing her to leave. It wasn't what he wanted her to by any means but likely they would be cut off from each other often due to reason of duty. "I'll bring a suit, and perhaps even my own towel." His eyes shined as he said it. There was the temptation to say that he didn't think he needed one. But that would be forward of him and he really didn't want to scare the girl away. "I don't know how long this takes....Dex can be, obstinate I suppose."