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Over Drinks
Postby DeirdreMcGowan » Mon Oct 20, 2008 11:01 am
“You can't be serious?” The tone of the question, as well as the look plastered over the face of the questioner were both incredulous. The face belonged to Deirdre McGowan, and the recipient of the incredulity was Zak Howard. Sitting opposite one another at a table in the main lounge, synthehol beverages half consumed between them, they both leaned in toward each other for their conversation.
“Of course I'm serious,” Zak rebutted. “He really did ask her if he could 'hop into her jefferies tube and re-align her point of view.' It was,” He said, his voice trailing off, “the most idiotic thing I've ever heard.”
Deirdre let out a bark of laughter. It wasn't really funny, but then again it was. Running her finger over the rim of her glass, she looked over at him from a cocked head.
“Is she going to file a complaint, do you think?” She asked.
“I'm not sure. She may have gotten enough satisfaction from the slap.”
“Well,” Deirdre said, shaking her head. “If she does I couldn't blame her. I just hope that Curtis doesn't end up on suspension too long for it, he's a good engineer and I have a feeling I'll need them all for this mission.”
“Cunningham hasn't been too chatty with me about it yet, I'm afraid. All I know is that we're part of a Task Force.” After slugging down the rest of his drink, he shook his own head. “Hazard of working a split shift, I hardly ever see my department head.”
“Well, I suppose she must trust you then,” Deirdre offered. “If she was worried about you she'd be hovering over you like a vulture.”
“Possibly,” he admitted. “I suppose we'll see, one way or the other. It wouldn't surprise me if she pulls me in to handle the requisitions for the Task Force. It's a lot of paperwork that I can't see her volunteering for.”
“Oh, poor baby,” she said, grinning over at him. “You'll be getting your stress headaches again.”
“It's not something to smile about,” he complained.
“That's why we have a bloody sickbay on the ship, Zak. Go see Nidari if it starts up. She'll fix you up quickly enough and have you eager to sprint out of the doors to get back to work.”
“I hate doctors,” he said, a petulant sneer on his face. “It's all 'you should be doing this' and 'you shouldn't be doing that.' Like I have the time or the inclination...”
“Oh, shut up darling,” Deirdre interrupted. “It's how they're trained. No doubt you whine their ears off about the request paperwork not being filled out properly.”
“Hmph.”
Deirdre reached over and tugged playfully at the little lock of bangs hanging over his forehead. Zak merely rolled his eyes in response
“Feeling a bit adolescent today, aren't you?” She half asked and half commented. “Will I have to ground you to your room?” He grinned mischievously, precisely the reaction she hoped for. “I suppose, you've left me no choice.” She grinned right back at them, and they left the lounge in a heartbeat.