The Fly On Lennier's Nose
Lennier and Vir had their weekly meeting at the Zocalo, where they talked about their problems as usual. And they both had their share: Lennier was jealous of Sheridan, and was constantly worrying about Delenn when she was away; Vir, on the other hand, had recently gotten in trouble for smuggling Narns to the safety of the Outer Colonies. And, of course, neither of them had any say on what went on.
Don't do this, Londo!!!
Vir thought back to that futile attempt at reasoning with Londo. He still had respect for the man, since he wasn't always like that, and was almost like a father, but at times, dealing with Londo was frustrating.
Vir sighed as he waited for his drink.
"Londo can be so stupid sometimes"
"I know. Delenn never notices me; never listens"
They both sighed.
The server gave them their drinks and then hurried to give a Narn woman a refill.
Just then, Vir decided to order something to go with his drink.
"Uh, one Terran cream pie, please"
"And how would you like your pie?" the server asked, "Would you like a slice or-"
"A whole pie," Vir answered.
And, as an afterthought, he added, "Make it coconut-cream"
"Ok," the server said, perplexed at the Centauri's unusual request.
"What was that for?" Lennier asked.
"Oh, I kinda thought I'd get something that would cheer us up"
"And how would a pie cheer us up?"
"You'll see," Vir said, with a sudden twinkle of mischief in his eye.
Lennier could tell Vir was up to something, but how one could do anything with a pie other then eat it was beyond him.
The server handed them the pie, and Vir just sat there and smiled. This was odd, Lennier thought, because usually Vir would dig into it right away, to heck with the way his digestive-system reacted to it.
"Well, aren't you going to eat it?" He asked.
"Uh, Lennier," Vir began, "There's a fly on your nose"
A fly on my nose? Lennier thought, Impossible! The station was insect-free...
"I don't understand how there could be a fly on my-" he began, reaching to flick it off just in case.
Of course, he was interrupted by a certain Terran confection headed right towards his face.
SPLUTT!!!
"Mmph! What was that for????" Lennier sputtered, wiping the cream off his face. He was sure everyone was watching. Then, he tasted the cream, and liked it.
Some of the other patrons, including Vir, were laughing.
"Hmm, I can see why Humans like it so much. Maybe we can have another?"
"Uh, maybe later," Vir said, seeing that the Minbari was catching on.
There was a pause, then Lennier looked at the Centauri aide and hatched a plan.
"Vir," he said, "Your crest is drooping"
He was lying, a habit that was discouraged among his people, but he would take care of that in penance.
"Oh, no!" Vir exclaimed, as he spat on his hands and tried to perk the crest up.
While he was doing that, Lennier took his drink and poured it in his friend's lap.
"Wha-watja do that for?" a stunned Vir demanded.
The Minbari just smiled.
"Oh... sorry"
Then they both had a good laugh, the incident improving the moods of both people, and making them forget about their problems
The End