She felt hands on her breasts, soft warm probing hands that slid up and down the sensitive surfaces, tweaking her nipples, pinching them slightly and ...ifting them upward. She felt hands cupping her breasts, squeezing and stroking. It felt good, she thought blearily.She closed her eyes briefly, her eyes tired."Suck this Jamie." she heard. The words came from a great distance. Then she felt something against her face. She opened her eyes. She wasn't sure at first what it was. Then Jeff pulled. The breaking point came when the table next to her (but appropriately socially distanced) had to leave abruptly and left half a sandwich untouched on their plate, and the servers were slow in coming to bus the table. Stacey saw the sandwich and tried to hold out as long as she could, but it had been a while since she had anything besides a cup of noodles, and she had even run out of that a few nights ago. No one was paying attention, and the person clearly wasn't coming back. The food was just. Kara opened her window a crack to hear what they were saying. ‘— SWEAR TO GOD, THE NEXT PERSON WHO COMES THROUGH HERE WEARING GREEN IS GOING TO EAT THE CURB!’ This was answered with unanimous agreement and a few laughs. Green was the rival team. Green was bad. Kara rolled her eyes. She decided to sit up and watch the crowd, just in case anything interesting happened. She had two windows in the corner, on the opposite side of room from her balcony. They were close together, giving her a nice. An intimidating sniper rifle sat butt first between her legs, and was held with the affection normally reserved for a lover.Next to Commander Cross was the other female of their small group. Tabitha Mercer, a busty red head, with a killer ass, and a killer disposition. The ivory skinned Irish woman was deadly with the pistol at her hip, and the smg in her lap. But it was her psi abilities that made her lethal. Her emerald eyes, were often mesmerizing, when one could look away from her deep.