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Post by Sam O'Connor on Jan 9, 2011 17:03:22 GMT -5
A night out. There were so many ways this could go wrong, and yet it could be so brilliant as well, as far as Sam was concerned. As a sort of belated New Year thing, Sam had mused the idea of going out for a few drinks the next time the ship was stationed on a planet. And that planet happened to be Delta Prime, to restock as well as other things, before they headed off into space, awaiting their next mission.
Swinging his legs back and to, Sam, who was dressed smart/casual with his hair quaffed upwards, pushed himself up off the floor with his arms as he leaned against one of the shuttles in the hangar bay, waiting for anyone to show before they headed off. He wasn't really sure who was coming, but he'd have fun either way. He could get pretty much anyone talking if he tried, and sometimes even if he didn't. Limbering them up with alcohol would help as well.
He started whistling a tune to himself, thinking about how amazing everything had been recently. Christmas was wonderful, spending time with Zoe now she was on board, as well as Eva. Then taking Eva to Northern Ireland for the New Year. He'd been on an emotional high ever since, singing and dancing around the kitchen as he worked. It had garnered him a few puzzling looks, but who cared? He was happy, everyone should know about it.
Sam was busy lifting himself up again when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Could it be? Had someone actually decided to turn up? |
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Post by Evangeline Irvine on Jan 21, 2011 18:21:33 GMT -5
The concept of a night out seemed so strange, so casual and... well, normal. Almost frivolous. At first Eva had wondered if she ought to even bother with going, but Sam had seemed enthusiastic enough about the idea when he'd pitched it, so she figured, why not? Maybe she'd make friends with some of the other members of the crew, and if not, well, she'd get to spend some time with Sam. Really, it was a win-win situation. Besides, it was a perfect excuse to get out on the dance-floor for a little bit, and she wouldn't turn that down for the world.
After trading out her usual attire for something more appropriate for a night on the town, she trekked on down to the hanger bay to meet up with the others. She was more than a little surprised to discover that Sam was the only one there, looking in her direction anticipatively--no doubt to see who'd turned up. With a bemused expression, she held her arms out to gesture broadly at the essentially empty hanger bay.
"What's this?" she asked, lifting her eyebrows and laughing a little in astonishment. "Are you telling me we're the only ones who showed up?" Sure, it wasn't exactly that big of a deal, but honestly. She would have expected at least a few people to pounce at the chance to spend the night off the ship. She'd shown up, after all. "Well then, maestro. What shall we do? Shall we give the others a few more minutes to turn up, or should we leave without them? How long have you been waiting here, anyway?" |
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Post by Sam O'Connor on Jan 21, 2011 18:40:05 GMT -5
Eva! Finally, a friendly face. Honest to God, he'd thought that he was either going to have to go it alone, or retreat back to his room and spend a sullen night inside the ship, his idea having been rejected by all of the crew. But no, Eva had come to save him, and at least the two of them could have fun if no one else joined them. Maybe without pushing each other into a lake this time. Wait, without him accidentally making them both fall in. That was better.
"This?" Sam repeated, "this is pitiful." He shook his head overexaggeratedly from side to side with a tut. "Would you believe, we are the only party animals on board this ship?" he snorted, "it's sort of sad, isn't it?" Seriously, the telekinetic half alien and telepathic human who stayed mostly cooped up in her room all day. Oh yes, they were the life of the party. "At least I finally get to see you dance," he added with a grin, "even if it is only the YMCA."
Sam scratched the back of his head, addressing her final question first, "about fifteen minutes, give or take. I think it's safe to say that everyone else is boring and have deserted us. Maestro says that we should go, and if anyone else wants to come, they can catch up." He grinned then looped his arm out, offering it to her, "madam, if you would like to come with me."
He got the lay of the land, so to speak, a little earlier on in the day after his shorter shift in the kitchen, looking for somewhere they could go. He supposed it didn't matter really, but there were at least a few places that would let him in. It was a good thing the drinking age was eighteen on Delta Prime, like back home in Northern Ireland, otherwise his plans would have been truly scuppered. "So, Miss Former Super Spy, have you any idea of any places in particular that we can go, or shall we just wing it?" |
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