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[lisburn_lion]

Who: Fran + YOU
Where: The Officers' Mess
What: Lunch

A few shifts into her new posting, Fran felt she was getting the hang of life aboard the Enterprise and starting to make herself at home. She hadn't blown anything up, caused a crisis of any sort, or gotten herself lost. She counted that as a win

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[lt_kevin_riley]

Riley was tired. Tired of work, tired of stress, and tired of Chekov winning at everything. He still couldn't get over the fact that he actually liked the stupid movie that Chekov showed him.

For all the suffering he had to bear through, Riley decided to treat himself to a chili burger, a root beer float, a banana sundae, and some donuts as an appetizer.
"Hopefully a little snack will make me feel better."

Halfway through shoveling his "snack", Riley paused as he saw a spicy redhead sit in the opposite seat of him. After wiping his mouth with his somewhat used napkin, he gave a flirty smirk at the girl and nodded at her question. "Yeah of course. Be my guest! Nothing like cool company to share an awesome meal."

[lisburn_lion]

Fran blinked at him and gave a startled laugh. "If you say so," she said, sitting down. She took a sip of her coffee and smiled at him.

[lt_kevin_riley]

Smiling at her reaction, Riley inwardly cheered that he didn't weird her out. He leaned against the table to get a better look at her. He didn't recognize the woman from anywhere.

Riley extended his hand out to her. "Well, I'm Lt. Kevin Riley! Basically the coolest navigator on this ship. It's nice to meet you!"

[lisburn_lion]

Fran reached out and shook his hand across the table; "Lt. Frances Lynch - call me Fran. Nice to meet you too."

[lt_kevin_riley]

After the handshake, Riley went back to working on his "snack". This time he ate slower in order to not gross out Fran.

Of course, this took much discipline on his part. When she wasn't looking, Riley shoved a donut in his face. "Wow, I'm classy," he thought.

[lisburn_lion]

With the introductions out of the way, Fran turned her attention to enthusiastically tearing into the triple-decker egg and sausage sandwich she'd convinced the replicator to produce. It had been a long shift.

[lt_kevin_riley]

Though it was probably rude, Riley couldn't help but stare at the humongous sandwich that Fran was going to eat.

"Holy shit!" Peering down at his own meal, the feeling of being upstaged settled in. Abruptly standing up, he decided to get more food from the replicator.

"Um...I'll be right back, Fran."

[lisburn_lion]

"Like my sandwich?" Fran said innocently. She grinned down at her plate as he headed back up to the replicators. She had a feeling she'd just made a friend.

[lt_kevin_riley]

At the replicators, he got a cinnamon roll, a plate of baby-back ribs, a chocolate milk-shake, watermelon, and a bowl of ceasar salad. By some miracle, Riley managed to bring it all back to the table.

Fran was pretty cool in his book, and it was nice to eat with someone during lunch break. He gave her a big smile before chomping down on a rib.

[lisburn_lion]

Fran raised an arch eyebrow. "Trying to outdo me?"

[lt_kevin_riley]

He shrugged as he bit into another rib. "Of course not. There's no competition here. I mean, a man does need his food after all!"

[lisburn_lion]

"Evidently." She grinned at him and went back to her sandwich. It really had been a very long shift; the sandwich was halfway gone in very short order.

[lt_kevin_riley]

Riley raised his eyebrows after seeing what was left of her sandwich. He had to admit, Fran really did rival his eating skills. He wasn't even one-third of the way done with his cinnamon bun and ribs.

...Okay, so maybe he was trying to outdo her. Nothing wrong with a little competition though. "I'm still winning by a landslide!"

Weirdly enough, he never asked what department Fran worked in. He eyed her red uniform and sighed. Redshirts were always the first ones to go, and it'd suck for a new friend to go away so quickly.

Making such assumptions wasn't good. Riley decided to ask her, "So what's your job here on this shiny ship?"

[lisburn_lion]

"Engineer," Fran replied. She pulled a stray strip of bacon out of what should have been a purely egg-and-tomato layer and eyed it for a moment before popping it in her mouth. "You?"

[lt_kevin_riley]

"Junior navigator at your service! Though it may not seem as important as the chief position, it is. I help keep things running smoothly."

Sadly enough, Riley was stretching the truth just by a little bit. He was still pretty miffed that Chekov, a kid who's two years his junior, got the position he always wanted. "Dumb whiz kid," he thought bitterly.

[lisburn_lion]

"Ah, so you're the ones who do the witchcraft that keeps us going in a straight line." Fran winked at him. Engines she got. Computers might as well have been voodoo.