<div align="center"><strong>-=Vincent Kincaid – Enjoying a night out with Mae. - Persephone=-</strong></div><br/>Leaving The Gamble, Vincent got one more look at the cleaning truck’s emblem.  Instead of snickering at it as he had before his mind instead associated it with Mae’s earlier comment.  Joking or not, any girl claiming that they would love to be a happy sucker and having granted an invitation into her panties is more than enough to cause a male’s libido to send all sorts of messages to the brain that are italicized, underlined, bolded, and written in large capital letters.  Coming from Mae.  Vincent was just glad he had the foresight to restrain his libido in heavy mooring chains ahead of time.  Saying that the co-pilot wanted to enjoy a night of wanton sex with the pilot was like saying a category four hurricane was a windy day.  He wanted much more than that, with desires that were not solely limited to physical needs.  A fear of his was that if he came on too strong, he would end up with that one wonderful night but ruin the chance of establishing something more meaningful in the long term.  In his mind, a one night stand is only marginally better than flat out rejection when it came to Mae.<br/><br/><em>”Wait Vinnie, did you bring the radio?  I don’t have mine.  No pockets.”</em><br/><br/>Only when they were out of sight of the ship did Vincent slow to a walking pace.  His heart labored from the physical exertion as well as his giddy excitement to finally have time alone with Mae.  He turned to face her, taking a few backward strides before stopping to reach down into the cargo pocket in his pants leg.  As he did so, the natural angle of his vision lowered enough to notice how Mae’s skirt had ridden up a few crucial inches revealing just enough smooth flesh that was just barely within the realm of decency.  Vincent’s hand fumbled with the radio for a bit as he attempted to retrieve it.  There was no way to be certain whether it was a result of simple clumsiness or if it was a ploy of his subconscious to get a slightly longer look at Mae’s skirt in its elevated position.  Perhaps the pleased grin on his face when he finally did gain a solid hold on the object before straightening his posture was some indication.  Of course, it could simply be pride in his insight to pocket the device while filling his pack with snacks.  Because that is totally believable, right?<br/><br/>“Got it right here.  As you can see, it is turned on and operational.  That way you can serve as my witness should we get in trouble for not being able to hear a call over the booming club music.”  With a sly wink, he dropped the radio back in his pocket and offered his arm out to her as he had before.  Although a simple gesture, Vincent wanted to do all he could to give the impression that this was more of a date rather than two co-workers going out on the town.  Just one more step away from boy toy and towards boyfriend.  “I don’t know about you, but I could go for a bite before a night of clubbing.  Oh, I know!  There is a small hole-in-the-wall place that sells the best satay that I have ever had.  We have a little more time until the clubs start opening, interested?”