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[imjustpretty]

Who: Ray Kowalski, T'Pol, anyone who hung out in the mess hall late last night.
What: Involuntary awkward confessions of possibly unrequited attraction. Ray says he hates this flood. :|
Where: The mess hall.
When: Last night; that is the first night of the musical flood.
Warnings: Uh. Do I have to warn for Tom Waits?

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[with_discipline]

The flood was...unusual. T'Pol had never been musically inclined, and she wasn't sure how to handle being surrounded by songs of all sorts. She tried to escape for a cup of tea and whatever vegetable the kitchen was serving. She hadn't expected to run into anyone; she certainly hadn't expected to be sung to.

Arching her eyebrows at Ray, T'Pol was careful to keep her expression neutral. When he'd finished, she took a sip of her tea, eyebrows still arched. "The flood?"

[imjustpretty]

The three or so minutes it takes him to get through the rest of the song might very well qualify as the most mortifying three minutes of his life. He sings about offering a chair, sharing a drink, and about seeing that she's as lonesome as he is, and throughout the entire time, T'Pol just--stares. Ray wishes she'd just leave, except then he'd probably end up having to follow her until the song was finished. He hates this flood.

He finishes with the worst line yet--And I think that I just fell in love with you.--and then just stands there. This--he has no idea how to handle this. This isn't even within shouting distance of any definition of normal.

"I don't--I didn't mean that."

He can feel his ears grow hot and knows that he's blushing. He swears he didn't mean that.

[with_discipline]

It was hard, trying to impress a Vulcan. His assurance answered her question, though she wasn't certain she believed it. In some, if not most cases, it seemed these floods had a certain aspect of truth in them. It was uncomfortable, though she very carefully hid that. She wished, fleetingly, that Trip was aboard; but he had a more important mission to carry out. Assuming time even passed outside the ship.

"I see," T'Pol said simply, eyebrows arched. "The flood has been an...interesting one."

[imjustpretty]

"Interesting. Yeah." That's not the word Ray would use, but he's too embarrassed to protest. He fidgets, scruffing up the hair at the back of his neck, and then gestures at the counter where he put down his coffee before he started singing. "I'll just-- I'll be-- one second."

He gets his coffee, and as he turns back, he is extremely tempted to just leave. It would be easiest. On the other hand, it would also be a kind of admission. Not to mention incredibly rude. Still, as he heads back to the table, he doesn't sit down. After all, T'Pol might want him to leave after--well, after that.

"Have you-- I mean, did it make you-- I mean, like, y'know. Sing."