Spottacus walked into the bar. She looked lost. Scanning the room, she spotted the two men. Walking over, she sat down next to Scotty and poked him on the shoulder.
Re: Enter the SpotallmhadadhAugust 9 2009, 21:50:01 UTC
He jumped a little in surprise, but shook it off when he recognized the lass who'd helped him ditch security on the Enterprise... what seemed like a lifetime ago, now. And he offered a bit of a sheepish grin back. "Aye... I'm afraid I've forgotten yer name, though, lass." A wince. "Sorry. How's the wrist?"
Re: Enter the Spotensgn_spottacusAugust 9 2009, 21:54:06 UTC
She looked at Scotty. "Not sure I ever told you it," Spottacus grinned. "I'm Ensign Meira Spottacus."
She held up her wrist. "Almost completely healed. Still twinges a bit if I bump it but it's fine."
She glanced over at Harold. She felt bad for breaking down when she was supposed to be helping him. "Sorry about earlier, Harold. I shouldn't have dumped all that on you."
Re: Enter the SpotallmhadadhAugust 9 2009, 21:56:38 UTC
Pretty name; he wasn't sure where it was from. But he gestured to the stool next to him, offering over the menu. "Let me buy ye dinner t' make up fer it?" Mind, romance didn't even cross his mind -- generally, it rarely did, unless he was specifically looking for it -- but he sure was a gentleman.
Re: Enter the Spotensgn_spottacusAugust 9 2009, 22:05:57 UTC
Spottacus shook her head. "You guys don't have to. As I've told Harold, I have plenty of credits stored up. Not a lot of places to spend when on a starship, you know."
She looked at Harold. "I shouldn't have blown up like that in the first place. You're the one hurting here, not me."
Re: Enter the SpotallmhadadhAugust 9 2009, 22:07:34 UTC
"Hell no. We'll pay, an' ye'll let us." He was mostly joking, as evidenced by the firm nod and the barely concealed grin. But he was fairly serious about paying the tab. "It's not gonna be that much anyway, unless ye decide t' order five courses an' dessert."
Re: Enter the SpotallmhadadhAugust 9 2009, 22:21:05 UTC
He gave her a long look, mostly sidelong, not quite sure what to make of that question. And not sure he really wanted to think about it, as well. It seemed like... a very, very ironic question.
He answered it honestly, though, calling for a cup of coffee before he did. "Not yet."
Re: Enter the SpotharoldleeAugust 9 2009, 22:25:38 UTC
Harold eyed Scotty, not for the first time. He was a strange one. So many questions Harold hadn't actually asked yet.
It seemed... wrong, somehow, to try and delve.
The Ensign had cut straight through that with one sentence.
Harold ate in silence, contemplating Scotty; part of him hoping that Spottacus wouldn't ask anything else. Harold wasn't sure he was meant to know the answer.
Re: Enter the Spotensgn_spottacusAugust 9 2009, 22:34:58 UTC
They continued to eat, Spottacus recanting the tale of the gender-bending pregnant-making replicators to Scotty. They finished eating right when she got to the part of finding Pasha as a girl.
Re: Enter the SpotallmhadadhAugust 9 2009, 22:36:59 UTC
You know... he knew those things were bad news and that just reaffirmed it. He probably believed every word, poor lad. It was almost enough to put him off his food.
But, since he got a metaphysical kick in a sore ass cheek, he paid the tab, split what was left between him and Harold, and headed back to the docks to see if he could pull off enough to rent a room tonight.
"Hey, Scotty. Long time no see."
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She held up her wrist. "Almost completely healed. Still twinges a bit if I bump it but it's fine."
She glanced over at Harold. She felt bad for breaking down when she was supposed to be helping him. "Sorry about earlier, Harold. I shouldn't have dumped all that on you."
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Glad of Scotty's open kindness for her, he hoped that would end the matter, even though he still felt like a real shit.
"Oh! Scotty, wait- I actually owe her a meal. Cover it out of my half, okay?"
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She looked at Harold. "I shouldn't have blown up like that in the first place. You're the one hurting here, not me."
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Harold certainly didn't. He looked down at the table.
At Scotty's remark about her order, he stifled the urge to make an extremely crass joke about her aforementioned starving habit.
He shook his head at his own stupidity.
"We'll pay, man, really."
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She picked up the menu and began to scan it. She found an inexpensive dish that resembled pasta and ordered that.
"So Scotty, figured yourself out yet?"
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He answered it honestly, though, calling for a cup of coffee before he did. "Not yet."
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It seemed... wrong, somehow, to try and delve.
The Ensign had cut straight through that with one sentence.
Harold ate in silence, contemplating Scotty; part of him hoping that Spottacus wouldn't ask anything else. Harold wasn't sure he was meant to know the answer.
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But, since he got a metaphysical kick in a sore ass cheek, he paid the tab, split what was left between him and Harold, and headed back to the docks to see if he could pull off enough to rent a room tonight.
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