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Concetta was stuck on lighthouse duty. She'd been too lazy to check the sheet and see who was with her, but the tiny woman was not looking forward a long evening of staring out at nothing. It was on par with pod duty and undersea observation for levels of non-action, with only the occasional sighting of a sea monster. Without titans roaming freely, the duty shift was basically a chance to nap.

They had a table, monitors and windows that looked out in all directions. Cee leaned out one of said windows, wearing short shorts and an oversized sweater with her sky-high heels. Whoever came up the stairs would be treated to a lovely view of her tight derrier.

Even with something as lame as lighthouse duty Matt wore a pair of dress pants and blazer as the new feeling of undershaved hairstyle left him with a unfamiliar cool feeling on the side of his head. The name on the list to be his partner didn’t register in his mind of being one he knew until he climbed the stairs to the top only to be greeted with a view he was sure he had seen before.

“Well the view has improved since last time I was here, how you doing tonight Cee,” Matt paused at the top leaning against the wall with his arms folding across his chest fighting a small urge to merely slap her a** for a silly boy notion of amusement.

Cee glanced behind her, then grinned and turned seeing the hunter. "Whoooo ain't it Doctor Matt. Heya sexy nice new hair.."

She advanced on him, worth noting that she'd been promoted since he last saw her. The intermediate coat was baggy and framed her tiny body like a cloak. "Check this out.." Her hand slid up agains his head, regardless of personal space or invitation.

"How you doin?"

He noted the new coat she was wearing, mostly because it didn’t fit her and he was pretty sure it wasn’t like Cee to own or wear something that didn’t fit unless necessary or to show off for some reason and a cloak certainly didn’t show off her figure. Her hand along his shaved head felt a little weird almost like a tickle against the short fuzz. The last time he had shaved anything on his head was when he was five and some jerk on the bus stuck gum in his hair.

“Thanks, I've been ok you?”

"Fantastic. Always fantastic." Cee grinned, now a bit more pleased to be doing lighthouse duty with someone she knew.

She sashayed back to the window, looking out with another bend. "But I bet this duty is gunna be borin as ********."

"Still a trainee?" She smirked at him.

“I figured I would take my slow time in being a trainee, congrats by the way.” He didn’t from wall space but had watched her sashay back to the window and bend over. For once he didn’t bother pretending he wasn’t paying any attention. “It wouldn’t have to be completely boring we could do something…. Poker? Strip poker?” There was a deck of cards left in his pocket from his vacation to Vegas but some how he doubted that two people could play with a decent game.

“Maybe strip goldfish would be better?”

Cee spun on her toes with a challenging grin. "Yer on. I'm on a roll'is week."

Her mind shot to Paige then, how she'd won their little bet. Her lips curved into a smile thinking of the other woman. A little strip-cards was no harm done between friends, right?

"We can play poker." Cee slid into a chair, patted the one next to her, and waited.

Taking a seat next to Cee and pulling the cards from his pocket he took them and shuffled him, nowhere near as fancy as the dealers in Vegas but he had managed to do a decent job. After dealing them out he eyed Cee noting the smile she bore earlier, “so how have things been for you lately, it’s been a while hasn’t it?”

"Good! s**t boy, I'm always good." She watched him shuffle and deal, wearing her game face. "Been a few months, yea." She looked up, a teasing smile on her lips.

"You gettin some finally?" He'd unleashed the beast with her, a couple times in fact, and hoped her influence had egged him on to share that with others. She firmly believed that sexual prowess was meant to be shared.

"I mean anything new other than being good?" Matt stared as his cards and then back at Cee wondering if he could even judge the look on her face for a good hand or bad hand and instead got her lips teasing at him again.

"Yes and no. I got some in Vegas but that was once on a vacation and I had money and we got tattoos. As for here at Deus no, to be fair its hard to trust not being killed by some of the women here on just a normal basis." Every experience he had with women at Deus pretty much left him near dead, if not dead, pretty sure dead except Cee. Well wasn't true, there was one other woman he was fond of but he doubt if the stood a chance.

Cee just smirked. She had a lot going on and most all of it was just 'good'. "Work.. an I'm not dead. So always a good day when you live through it right?"

She played a hand, waiting for him. "Vegas? Who's 'we'?" Sin City was a good enough place to get tail, she idly wondered if he paid for it.

"I think you over estimate these bitches." Cee chuckled, "You should act more like ya do behind closed doors."

She winked and won the first hand. "Off!" Cee proclaimed with a point and flick of her finger. "Shoes an'socks don't count by the way."

Matt smiled, "sometimes and yea Vegas with some girl I think her name was Eliza brunette with this big tits." As he said tit he held out his hands in front of his chest to show the size, "She was some nurse in for a convention that I meet at one of the tables. One thing lead to another and we got tattoos in the end."

Returning her chuckle he shook his head as he laid down his cards, loser hand. "If I acted the same way I did behind close doors I would be dead no doubt. Besides no one really except doctors to be that way it's all about the beside manners with people." Plus it was easier to just put on a smile and roll with it then try to make some fuss.

When her hand went down he grinned, "Fine but the blazer counts." Pulling it off all he had left was the button shirt and pants before underwear assuming that belts didn't count either.

"What'd you get?" Cee propped her head on her hands, watching him disrobe with a pleasant appraising look. Though it wasn't like she hadn't seen more of him before. "Tattoo I mean?"

She took the initiative to shuffle and deal while he handled his end of the arrangement. By the time Matt's blazer was off, she'd dealt them each another hand. "I'm just saying you kin be a fun doctor is all." He'd seemed so bored and plain in the infirmary, though opened up wonderfully for her later.

Cee's hand was crap this time around but didn't let her expression slip.

"One of those water color looking ones with night sky and butterflies, yea I know it doesn't sound like the most manly looking tattoo in the world but not a lot of people well see it and I wanted it so." The more he said the stupider he sounded and decided to stop trying to talk about it and let her see it for herself if he lost his shirt. Matt folded the blazer and hung it on the back of the chair as he sat down, "No one wants a fun doctor going to the doctor isn't fun or at least it isn't unless you get to suck a lollipop for good behavior." He chuckled, "Besides why ruin the illusion of being super nice fairy boy that everyone thinks and saving surprises for more fun later."

Looking at his cards he had at least three of kind sitting in his hand but her expression didn't even seemed fazed. Laying his cards down he shrugged either way was really a win win.

Cee frowned and dropped her cards. She'd lost the hand.

"Oh I'm gonna see it." She grinned and shrugged her coat. If his blazer counted than so did her coat. The petite woman sat back down and tapped the table. She was determined to get all she could out of McDreamy.

"I dunno I know some girls'ad love to go to a sexy fun doctor." Cee laughed. "Yer bein too responsible."

Matt flashed a grin as the cards were in his favor this time, "I figured you would see it."

Taking the cards he started to shuffle them watching her as she took the oversized coat off of her, already it was a bit of improvement on his view. As she sat down he dealt the cards in hopes that his hand would at least continue to be decent.

"See maybe thats just the problem I can't help but being responsible, its sort of necessary..." There was a two pair sitting in his hand as a feeling of avoiding the rest of the conversation edged in his mind, right now he didn't really want to responsible again. "Besides if everyone saw me as a sexy doctor everyone would want me and in the end I would have more shitty paperwork and even less time to do it not to mention never want to do when I could be having fun."