back in the swing
*watches as Phlox escorts Reed out of the Mess, and the captain stalks off towards his mess*
sooo wouldn't want to be Hayes right now
*looks around, sees he's alone as people begin cautiously mingling again*
*lopes over to the music desk*
*smiles at the crewman on duty*
Do you take requests?
sooo wouldn't want to be Hayes right now
*looks around, sees he's alone as people begin cautiously mingling again*
*lopes over to the music desk*
*smiles at the crewman on duty*
Do you take requests?
*notices the way she touched him*
*doesn't quite like it, but doesn't know why*
*openly stares at his fiancee, at his legs and the way he moved on the dance floor*
*as the dance ends, notices that Stephen forgot to put his engagement ring on, while he hasn't forgotten to*
*wonders if it means anything*
*doesn't want it to mean anything*
*wants to get over to Stephen, shove everyone away and just make his fiancee notice him now*
*is stopped by another female crewmember snatching Stephen for another dance*
*continues watching, noticing that Stephen is passed over to another, then yet another female crewmember*
*starts to wonder if he should get drunk*
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*feels tipsy, hot and not quite there*
*glares at the barkeep as he doesn't want to give him another shot of vodka*
Nojustgimme..'nother.....canntakit...
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*pushes way to the bar*
*sees...a giant red condom - MICHAEL!*
*slings self onto empty barstool next to lover*
Hey georgeous, there you are - been looking for you all night! Where have you been hiding?
*sees Michael glare blearily at him*
*is concerned*
*looks to barkeep - who makes a gesture to show that Michael's been knocking them back*
deliberately keeps voice light
Hey babe, what's say we blow this party and head back to quarters?
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Waannna get dlunk!
*turns toward Stephen*
*pokes him on his chest*
Ssssaw 'ou danz!
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*ticks them off on fingers*
1. You're already three sheets to the wind
2. Everyone and Porthos saw me dancing. Damn wenches wouldn't let go.
*sees that Michael would quite happily maintain a deathgrip on the bar if forced to leave*
*leans in*
Hey lover, I do believe there is three fifths of vodka in my desk draw...what's say we go home and have a proper drink instead?
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*pouts*
Am woddied!
More vodla? *looks at him*
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Yes, more vodka. And you can tell me what you're so woddied worried about. Then we can fix it, k?
*helps Michael stagger for the nearest exit*
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Des. Am woddied.
Mmmmh... *sniffs at him* 'mells nice. *fumbles at the leather*
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Michael *bats hands away from chest strap* What are you worried about? *calls for lift*
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*pouts*
No ding.
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*has no idea*
Care to elaborate, hon?
*helps him into lift*
*sees Ensign Hart napping in the ...wall?*
*decides to focus on one problem at a time - after all, it doesn't seem to be fazing Michael*
What's 'no ding'?
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No ding! *stomps foot and pouts*
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No ring? *realizes* Shit, sorry babe, was in such a rush after shift - couldn't find my clothes, and i didn't want to keep you waiting for ever - i must have left it on the edge of the sink after my shower
*takes Michael's be-ringed hand and kisses it*
Forgive me?
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*melts*
*looks at him*
Luv ya.
*pokes finger at his chest* Mine.
*pokes finger at self* Yours.
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ooo-kay. Mine and yours
*helps Michael out of the lift*
Til death do us part, remember
*keys open doors to quarters*
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'il teath du us 'art
*is helped into quarters*
*drunkenly grabs for Stephen and gives him a slobbery kiss*
'arried! Yes.
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