Gymnasium

[il_logic]

Who: Spock, Charlene, and anyone else who just feels like it
Where: Gymnasium-Deck 12
When: Evening
Warnings: informal attire? (now nc17 cause apparently we can't help ourselves.)

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[charl_in_charge]

All the breath went out of Charlene's body in an instant and as soon as she got it back, she was laughing. A hard, bringing tears to the eyes sort of laugh. It was nice. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this odd sort of joy. She couldn't even put her finger on why. Perhaps it was the image of herself in her head, being so tidily dealt with when she thought of herself as such a badass. Part of it may have been the way he looked down at her, like he was trying to figure her out. It had been a long time since anyone had cared to. It was a heady feeling. "Really? No way," she replied, trying to get a handle on herself, wiping at her eyes. "Shit. I always thought I could take Bobby because he was a big fat girl. Now I know it's true. Skinny little chicken-legged asshat that he was."

When Charlene had managed to clamp down on the laughter enough to move, she grabbed Spock's outstretched hand and let him pull her up. She may have kept a grip on his hand for longer than was absolutely necessary, but there was no way in hell she would admit it. Charlene rolled her shoulders, probably still grinning like a maniac. "Okay, straighten me out, coach."