> two years later you're still on my mind. [ scotty, open ]

[thrusters]

[ a chronic case of boredom and newly awakened sexual frustration (thanks to a certain gorgeous engineer and her certainly less-appealing-while-unclothed friend) led scotty to fix things faster than they were breaking. he'd finally hit a day when there wasn't a non-functioning terminal in sight, no matter how many times he asked holly, and then

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[for_thecause]

[Jen walked into the bar, sporting her usual leather pants and sleeves dark vest, disruptor holstered on her thigh as usual. She leaned on the bar and ordered a synthale. The sly looking ferengi attending the bar smirked at her and leaned closer to say something in a hushed tone. She reached out an grabbed him by the throat and told him to just get the drink, and she wouldn't cut off one of his lobes and wear it as a pendant for what he'd just said.

Once she had her drink in hand, she took a long draught of it, and then swiveled around to survey who else was in the bar.

There was an air of discontent about her. Like she was itching for some violence or at least a distraction of some kind.]

[thrusters]

[ scotty glanced over at the clatter. he was a pretty chivalrous guy, but he'd also spoken to quark before, and he was almost certain that whatever the ferengi had said or done, it warranted a rough reply. though he did get a bit indignant seeing that it was a woman he'd managed to offend, even if it was obvious she could handle her own.

he might have intervened or offered to pay for her drink, except for the two fundamental flaws in those plans: not respectively, drinks were free and he had no idea how to deal with gruff women. really. absolutely none. though she was striking in a way, and there had been a scene, and my could she drink, so he was probably staring longer than necessary. ]

[for_thecause]

[Jen drained the rest of her glass, then turned to order Quark imperiously to bring her another. The ferengi hurried to do her bidding, no longer trying to hit on her, which was lucky for him.

She noticed that a human at one of the tables was eyeing her. But she couldn't quite tell why she'd caught his attention. Which in itself was intriguing.

Jen pushed off from the bar and strode over to stand over him.]

Like what you see?

[It was, of course, an extremely loaded question.]

[thrusters]

[ oh wow. oh shite. he didn't mean to draw attention to himself. he wasn't opposed to meeting someone at the bar. he was especially unopposed to meeting a woman. what he was opposed to was meeting a woman who could possibly beat the living daylights out of him. (scotty could hold up in a fight, most definitely, but he did not hit women.)

nonchalant. right. be nonchalant. start with a sip of your scotch. there you go. ]

I never like seein' a woman mistreated, lass.