Tom guzzled some more whiskey. He was more drunk than a half-Klingon, half-Cardassian would be if it had gone to bed with an IV stuck in its arm pumping human ale down its jugular vein.
Tom left the holodeck in a drunken stupor. There had been a party and he had been ivited. Unfortunately he had gotten into a drinking contest with Chatokay and Seven of Nine.
He reached his quarters only to find B'Ellana inside, asleep on his bed. "B'nnana!" he cried, "Why are you in my bed?"
B'Ellana was asleep, so she didn't hear him. He shrugged and flopped on his bed. "B'nanna Torrid, get oush of me quarkerss!"
She stirred in her sleep. "Tom!"
"You heard me B'nanna!"
I will close the curtain of misery, as B'Ellana is half-Klingon...but not half-Cardassian.
Tom left the holodeck in a drunken stupor. There had been a party and he had been ivited. Unfortunately he had gotten into a drinking contest with Chatokay and Seven of Nine.
He reached his quarters only to find B'Ellana inside, asleep on his bed. "B'nnana!" he cried, "Why are you in my bed?"
B'Ellana was asleep, so she didn't hear him. He shrugged and flopped on his bed. "B'nanna Torrid, get oush of me quarkerss!"
She stirred in her sleep. "Tom!"
"You heard me B'nanna!"
I will close the curtain of misery, as B'Ellana is half-Klingon...but not half-Cardassian.