Post by Captain_Quintus on Apr 4, 2016 5:36:05 GMT
Postby DeMcGowan » Tue Sep 22, 2009 11:12 am
Deirdre sat in the officers' mess on deck three enjoying a basket of fish and chips. With a mouthful of potato she gave a closed-mouth smile toward Zak as he finally sat across from her at the table.
"Started without me, I see?" He chomped into his mushroom and swiss burger.
"Being a department head doesn't give me the right to lollygag over my allotted lunch hour," she said. Pointing a golden-brown potato at him, she asked "What kept you?"
"Had a barrel fall over and roll in cargo bay four," he replied. "Looked like a giant's bowling alley in there. By the time I got done checking everything and yelling, time ran over a bit." After Deirdre finished laughing, he pointed one of his shoestring fries at her. "It's hardly funny, someone could've been hurt."
"I know, I know," she said. "There's always something, isn't there?
"There is," he conceded. "How did your morning go?"
"Well enough. Met our scientist guests in the transporter room, showed them to their quarters, heard more about Moretti's thong." She smiled. "No, I didn't have anything to do with the comm mix-up," she said, anticipating the question that sprang to Zak's full mouth. "More's the pity."
"Well I'm glad someone enjoyed themselves," Zak finally said after swallowing a bite of burger.
"Oh yes, even when that security boyo was..." She trailed off.
"Security boyo was what?"
"Well, having turned on my charm for the guests, he was apparently rather... interested."
"What?!" Zak nearly overturned his plate as he jumped out of the chair.
"Settle down, a fresh-faced thing like that's bound to have a case of puppy love now and then," she said. "And I don't need you swinging your balls around and pissing on trees to mark your territory, either."
"I never piss on trees," he said irritably, and then sat back down.
"But you don't deny swinging your balls around," she said with a smirk.
"I'm a man, I have the right to swing my balls around and think with my penis, it comes with having them," he replied causing Deirdre to snort. "Anyway, if you haven't noticed I'm rather attached to you so I reserve the right to break his balls if he doesn't lay off of you."
"I'm capable of breaking them myself, boyo. Anyway he'll see we're together at the little party we're having for our guests, and he'll turn his attention to Madison. Not that I'd be surprised the way she squishes those blimps of hers into a party dress," she said sourly.
"Size isn't everything, darling." He reached over and brushed her hand tenderly. "After all I like yours better, and no one would question my impeccable tastes, would they?"
"I do, constantly," Deirdre said and frowned when he only chuckled at that. "I hope Moretti manages to do better on this party than she did the first."
"How could it possibly be worse than that?" He asked.
***
...Six Hours Later...
"Good grief, this is horrible," Zak muttered as he stood with an arm around Deirdre's shoulders.
"I know," she agreed as she watched the scientists huddled together as if to protect each other from the Tellarite dirge playing over the speakers. "Who in their right mind would pick this music when there are no Tellarites on the guest list?"
"There is one," Zak corrected, pointing out the snouted transporter chief solemnly swaying to the music.
"The needs of the one outweigh the needs of the many tonight," she said grimly. "And look at the buffet!" She pointed to the one small table filled with mostly untouched food. "Asparagus on pumpernickel finger sandwiches? Chicken broth? Pink Jell-O? Honestly."
"Hmph. Well T'Vek and Stirok seems to be enjoying the sandwiches," he said of the Vulcan astrophysicist and shuttle pilot who were the only ones touching them. "I'm sure the Jell-O tastes fine as well."
"Would you stop trying to find the silver lining? It would be lining a black cloud with a tornado coming out of it," she complained. "Le-Gran will be having kittens, if he isn't already. I hope no one tells him about that comm to the bridge. As soon as I heard about it I encrypted the recording, but I'm sure Bitsi had already gotten to it."
"She does look awfully amused even with the state of the party, doesn't she?" He asked rhetorically, watching the enterprising engineer jabbering away at Truelight. The couple continued to stand together as far away from a speaker as they could manage, silently grimaces for a few moments.
"How much longer?" Deirdre asked.
"Too long," Zak said.
Deirdre sat in the officers' mess on deck three enjoying a basket of fish and chips. With a mouthful of potato she gave a closed-mouth smile toward Zak as he finally sat across from her at the table.
"Started without me, I see?" He chomped into his mushroom and swiss burger.
"Being a department head doesn't give me the right to lollygag over my allotted lunch hour," she said. Pointing a golden-brown potato at him, she asked "What kept you?"
"Had a barrel fall over and roll in cargo bay four," he replied. "Looked like a giant's bowling alley in there. By the time I got done checking everything and yelling, time ran over a bit." After Deirdre finished laughing, he pointed one of his shoestring fries at her. "It's hardly funny, someone could've been hurt."
"I know, I know," she said. "There's always something, isn't there?
"There is," he conceded. "How did your morning go?"
"Well enough. Met our scientist guests in the transporter room, showed them to their quarters, heard more about Moretti's thong." She smiled. "No, I didn't have anything to do with the comm mix-up," she said, anticipating the question that sprang to Zak's full mouth. "More's the pity."
"Well I'm glad someone enjoyed themselves," Zak finally said after swallowing a bite of burger.
"Oh yes, even when that security boyo was..." She trailed off.
"Security boyo was what?"
"Well, having turned on my charm for the guests, he was apparently rather... interested."
"What?!" Zak nearly overturned his plate as he jumped out of the chair.
"Settle down, a fresh-faced thing like that's bound to have a case of puppy love now and then," she said. "And I don't need you swinging your balls around and pissing on trees to mark your territory, either."
"I never piss on trees," he said irritably, and then sat back down.
"But you don't deny swinging your balls around," she said with a smirk.
"I'm a man, I have the right to swing my balls around and think with my penis, it comes with having them," he replied causing Deirdre to snort. "Anyway, if you haven't noticed I'm rather attached to you so I reserve the right to break his balls if he doesn't lay off of you."
"I'm capable of breaking them myself, boyo. Anyway he'll see we're together at the little party we're having for our guests, and he'll turn his attention to Madison. Not that I'd be surprised the way she squishes those blimps of hers into a party dress," she said sourly.
"Size isn't everything, darling." He reached over and brushed her hand tenderly. "After all I like yours better, and no one would question my impeccable tastes, would they?"
"I do, constantly," Deirdre said and frowned when he only chuckled at that. "I hope Moretti manages to do better on this party than she did the first."
"How could it possibly be worse than that?" He asked.
***
...Six Hours Later...
"Good grief, this is horrible," Zak muttered as he stood with an arm around Deirdre's shoulders.
"I know," she agreed as she watched the scientists huddled together as if to protect each other from the Tellarite dirge playing over the speakers. "Who in their right mind would pick this music when there are no Tellarites on the guest list?"
"There is one," Zak corrected, pointing out the snouted transporter chief solemnly swaying to the music.
"The needs of the one outweigh the needs of the many tonight," she said grimly. "And look at the buffet!" She pointed to the one small table filled with mostly untouched food. "Asparagus on pumpernickel finger sandwiches? Chicken broth? Pink Jell-O? Honestly."
"Hmph. Well T'Vek and Stirok seems to be enjoying the sandwiches," he said of the Vulcan astrophysicist and shuttle pilot who were the only ones touching them. "I'm sure the Jell-O tastes fine as well."
"Would you stop trying to find the silver lining? It would be lining a black cloud with a tornado coming out of it," she complained. "Le-Gran will be having kittens, if he isn't already. I hope no one tells him about that comm to the bridge. As soon as I heard about it I encrypted the recording, but I'm sure Bitsi had already gotten to it."
"She does look awfully amused even with the state of the party, doesn't she?" He asked rhetorically, watching the enterprising engineer jabbering away at Truelight. The couple continued to stand together as far away from a speaker as they could manage, silently grimaces for a few moments.
"How much longer?" Deirdre asked.
"Too long," Zak said.