Tropes used: scene is at a bar, mention of the Orions, "randy" male characters in search for a girl, lame come-ons, the opening line, Vulcan love slave program, etc.
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“The only Orions I know are naked and half naked” remarked the Lt., cutting up his steak with a sterling silver knife.
“Well – you haven’t seen the other Orions – pirates all of them – but I’d like to meet the naked ones” answered his companion, adorned in yesterday’s uniform, yellow shoulders on black.
The Lt. snorted. The foot was barely down his throat. He wagged his knife.
“Yeah – they were so fine that they put down the Vulcan love slaves to shame”
“I never saw that program”
The Lt. speared a green bean with his fork. “Well- I can tell you know – it’s nice but not as nice as those girls.”
The Lt. and his companion ate. The eatery was filled with the usual crew from Barbary. The Vulcans were in their section. His companion was not the only one with the older uniforms.
It was at that moment that a woman came to their table. She was no different from the officer that came down the staircase, zipping directly to the bartender, holding her chip as if she was trying to make a point with it. The Lt.’s companion – the sunlight shining on his ever present ensign’s bars – shook his head from the words that could have been broadcast a mile away. The bartender gave her another chip. She left.
“Hello sunshine” remarked the Lt., putting down his utensils, “What can the best of Starfleet do for you?”
“I’d like to say Madam, you’re not sunshine – you’re the starlight off of Andor” intercepted the Ensign.
The woman in particular was one of those abnormalities in the bar. She was East Asian; best of Polynesia, to the point that her clothes seemed redundant to the beauty that she was. The more peculiar thing was the necklace – a golden cross around her fair neck.
The Lt. glared to the Ensign.
She said something about Orion. The rest of the sentence was eaten up by a bunch of Klingons fighting each other over something. The Ensign smiled at the Lt. - perhaps catching that one moment of opportunity. He got out of his seat.
“Madam - my companion is rude and crass. You are not of Orion; you are beyond them. Please - have a seat." he said, ushering to where he formerly sat.
The Lt. rolled his eyes.
The girl didn’t say anything. Her mouth was open. The Lt. was about to say something. There was that word - Orion - stated again over the chaos of the bar, the bouncers coming in to teach lessons to the uncouth Klingons that had to be convinced to spill blood elsewhere, and this solitary girl cut off by the noise. She perked at some sound. Then she walked away towards some man in a suit near the doorway. She smiled - as if to cover the silence, the sheer chaos - and ran to the man over there.
The daylight illustrated his skin. Or it could have, had the bouncers dragged their unfortunate victims out the door at a later time. They were gone; the woman was gone, leaving the poor Starfleet officers at their table, the dinner half gone, with out anyone to share their good fortunes with.
“Davis – you scared her off!” the Lt. threw in, reaching for his beer, "You ever heard of keeping simple?"
Davis scowled.
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“The only Orions I know are naked and half naked” remarked the Lt., cutting up his steak with a sterling silver knife.
“Well – you haven’t seen the other Orions – pirates all of them – but I’d like to meet the naked ones” answered his companion, adorned in yesterday’s uniform, yellow shoulders on black.
The Lt. snorted. The foot was barely down his throat. He wagged his knife.
“Yeah – they were so fine that they put down the Vulcan love slaves to shame”
“I never saw that program”
The Lt. speared a green bean with his fork. “Well- I can tell you know – it’s nice but not as nice as those girls.”
The Lt. and his companion ate. The eatery was filled with the usual crew from Barbary. The Vulcans were in their section. His companion was not the only one with the older uniforms.
It was at that moment that a woman came to their table. She was no different from the officer that came down the staircase, zipping directly to the bartender, holding her chip as if she was trying to make a point with it. The Lt.’s companion – the sunlight shining on his ever present ensign’s bars – shook his head from the words that could have been broadcast a mile away. The bartender gave her another chip. She left.
“Hello sunshine” remarked the Lt., putting down his utensils, “What can the best of Starfleet do for you?”
“I’d like to say Madam, you’re not sunshine – you’re the starlight off of Andor” intercepted the Ensign.
The woman in particular was one of those abnormalities in the bar. She was East Asian; best of Polynesia, to the point that her clothes seemed redundant to the beauty that she was. The more peculiar thing was the necklace – a golden cross around her fair neck.
The Lt. glared to the Ensign.
She said something about Orion. The rest of the sentence was eaten up by a bunch of Klingons fighting each other over something. The Ensign smiled at the Lt. - perhaps catching that one moment of opportunity. He got out of his seat.
“Madam - my companion is rude and crass. You are not of Orion; you are beyond them. Please - have a seat." he said, ushering to where he formerly sat.
The Lt. rolled his eyes.
The girl didn’t say anything. Her mouth was open. The Lt. was about to say something. There was that word - Orion - stated again over the chaos of the bar, the bouncers coming in to teach lessons to the uncouth Klingons that had to be convinced to spill blood elsewhere, and this solitary girl cut off by the noise. She perked at some sound. Then she walked away towards some man in a suit near the doorway. She smiled - as if to cover the silence, the sheer chaos - and ran to the man over there.
The daylight illustrated his skin. Or it could have, had the bouncers dragged their unfortunate victims out the door at a later time. They were gone; the woman was gone, leaving the poor Starfleet officers at their table, the dinner half gone, with out anyone to share their good fortunes with.
“Davis – you scared her off!” the Lt. threw in, reaching for his beer, "You ever heard of keeping simple?"
Davis scowled.
