AN: This is the sequel to Confessions of a Teenage Starfleet Cadet. Though I suppose you could read it without having read Confesssions, it will make a lot more sense if you read that one first. Enjoy!
'Keptain, do I really have to vear zis?'
A red-faced Pavel Chekov stood in front of a mirror, eyeing his reflection.
'It's Jim, we're off duty, and yes you do.'
Chekov's shoulders slumped. The Captain had practically ordered him to wear the outfit. They were on Risa for a couple weeks shore leave. His 18th birthday had been almost 3 months prior, but busy on a mission, they had not really celebrated. The Captain had decided tonight they were going to a casino to celebrate both his and Ellen's 18th.
Kirk couldn't understand why he seemed so reluctant to wear it. It wasn't that bad, in fact it was very stylish. Style never goes out of fashion. And the ladies love it.
Sulu was trying to contain his laughter. Pavel was quite the sight, red like a tomato. He and the Captain had roped him into dressing up for a night out. He guesses he doesn't dress up much. Unlike himself. He doesn't really care, but he and the Captain both knew it was a hit with the girls. He wasn't going to complain about the little extra effort for the great reward.
They finally manage to stop his complaining and drag him off to the casino. Sitting down at the bar, they order drinks and check out the patrons. Well, at least Kirk and Sulu do. Pavel just sits there nursing his vodka. He's got a girlfriend after all. They both wonder why he'd want to be in a monogamous relationship, he's only 18, shouldn't he go live a little?