That night Tom invited a female singer, she'd asked for a gig the day before.
Tom and B'Elanna stood behind the bardisk. She counting Z'wera, the Sprai-koo currency, he
wiping the oval bowls used to drink from.
The singer began with her first tune.
B'Elanna learned how to hide her commbadge beneath her outermost article of clothing.
Which was very good, and completely necessary, cause without it she wouldn't get a word
anyone, except Tom and Harry, uttered.
The first song was about a war, fought many years ago between the Sprai-koo and the Warua.
B'Elanna didn't like it, the pointless violence remembered her of the early Klingon wars.
Thankfully the singer ended the tune and began singing another.
"Can you keep that look
In your eyes for me
Forever
And ever
Forever
Only for me
When we met the sky's were grey
My life was empty
You brought the sunrise
Changes to my heart
I hope tomorrow you'll be there
With me
Facing all the world
The crowded cafes
Knowing that you'll stand
By me
Can you keep that look in your eyes for me
Forever
And ever
And ever
I hope so
Forever
Only for me"
As the beautiful words faded away, Tom laid down the rag he used beside him.
B'Elanna stopped counting long ago, the profit wasn't at a high rate that evening. She looked
at the entertainer with a distant, dreaming look in her eyes.
'She looks so beautiful!' Tom thought, staring at her.
B'Elanna felt his burning gaze and looked up, puzzled.
Tom found the puzzled look even more gorgeous and leaned his head slightly. She copied.
Almost painfully slowly they came closer to each other. The air between them bound them
together, loaded as it were with silly expectations, with fear.
And finally, their lips met in a soft brush, lasting only a second.
After a few more of those seconds, they kissed each other deeply when a customer abruptly
shouted,
"Hey! Can you get a little service here!"
B'Elanna desperately wanted to stay as she was, so she reached up behind her and took a full
bottle down from a nearby shelf.
Still involved in the kiss she detailed moved the bottle from her left hand to her right.
The customer had leaned forward over the bardisk.
B'Elanna raised the bottle, still with her eyes closed, and hit.
The sound of a material similar to glass falling to the floor at the same time as a muffled thump
reached her ears, assured B'Elanna that she'd hit a good spot.
***
The office, Shiral's Bar, Morekay Town, Sprai-koo, Delta Quadrant.
"Okay, it might not have been too good to knock down a Sprai-koo spy with a bottle of the
finest liquor, but you could have told me!!" B'Elanna shouted.
"Oh, and how should I've been able to do that? Maybe at the same time you were pressing a
few vertebraes into my neck?!" Tom shouted back.
"Yeah, that was the right time!"
"I don't know why that guy was knocked out and I don't know why you've got a sore neck,
Tom. But I'd like to because it surely wasn't easy to occupy every customer in there while you
two got that guy into this room."
"You told some great jokes, Harry, this people just have a different sense of humor."
"So do you, Paris! No one understands your lousy jokes either!"
"You shouldn't be picking at me, Torres! You were the one who hit him!"
"Will you two stop it!" Harry shrieked. "Are we going to keep him imprisoned here?"
"We could always try, but he'd get out no matter how hard we'd tire ourselves out."
"I see... You're talking about your own 'career' at Auckland."
"Stop it, B'Elanna! Tom, what are we going to do then?" Harry pushed her hair backwards, looking both
anoyed and panicking.
"A slight rescheduling. We'll leave this place the first thing in the dawn, if there's a dawn
here."
Harry frowned, "'If there's a dawn here'?"
"It's late evening here, but yet it looks like an afternoon at Earth."
The only woman in there sarcastically said,
"'And then we're going to go to the mighty Headquarters, get in, find and collect the
information we need, send it to Voyager, get out again, wait for Voyager to pick us up and
save everybody, resume our ordinary course and finally, make it back home to Earth and live
happily ever after.'"
"All in all, yes. But it probably won't be that easy."
"No," She said with emphasis. "That was not what I meant."
"What made you so sour?" Harry could not believe the sudden change from
relieved to completely angry, B'Elanna had gone through.
B'Elanna couldn't say that she mostly was mad at herself for ruining things with Tom, almost
before it had started.
She decided to defend her newly won honor, at the best way she could.
"I'm not sour!"
"Not? Then I suggest you change that expression, 'cause this one looks like you just ate a
whole lemon or maybe... some leola root." Tom said with conviction.
The half-Klingon clenched her fists and bit her tongue, it took all of her will-power not to hit
him.
'How can he be so nice some times, and such a total moron at others?' She thought, clenching
her fists even more.
"Guys, should we go pack out things and prepare for our trip to the lion's den?"
Harry said enthustically, he tried to be the comic again. His attempt to relieve the depressed
spirits did not succeed.
***
Tom and B'Elanna stood behind the bardisk. She counting Z'wera, the Sprai-koo currency, he
wiping the oval bowls used to drink from.
The singer began with her first tune.
B'Elanna learned how to hide her commbadge beneath her outermost article of clothing.
Which was very good, and completely necessary, cause without it she wouldn't get a word
anyone, except Tom and Harry, uttered.
The first song was about a war, fought many years ago between the Sprai-koo and the Warua.
B'Elanna didn't like it, the pointless violence remembered her of the early Klingon wars.
Thankfully the singer ended the tune and began singing another.
"Can you keep that look
In your eyes for me
Forever
And ever
Forever
Only for me
When we met the sky's were grey
My life was empty
You brought the sunrise
Changes to my heart
I hope tomorrow you'll be there
With me
Facing all the world
The crowded cafes
Knowing that you'll stand
By me
Can you keep that look in your eyes for me
Forever
And ever
And ever
I hope so
Forever
Only for me"
As the beautiful words faded away, Tom laid down the rag he used beside him.
B'Elanna stopped counting long ago, the profit wasn't at a high rate that evening. She looked
at the entertainer with a distant, dreaming look in her eyes.
'She looks so beautiful!' Tom thought, staring at her.
B'Elanna felt his burning gaze and looked up, puzzled.
Tom found the puzzled look even more gorgeous and leaned his head slightly. She copied.
Almost painfully slowly they came closer to each other. The air between them bound them
together, loaded as it were with silly expectations, with fear.
And finally, their lips met in a soft brush, lasting only a second.
After a few more of those seconds, they kissed each other deeply when a customer abruptly
shouted,
"Hey! Can you get a little service here!"
B'Elanna desperately wanted to stay as she was, so she reached up behind her and took a full
bottle down from a nearby shelf.
Still involved in the kiss she detailed moved the bottle from her left hand to her right.
The customer had leaned forward over the bardisk.
B'Elanna raised the bottle, still with her eyes closed, and hit.
The sound of a material similar to glass falling to the floor at the same time as a muffled thump
reached her ears, assured B'Elanna that she'd hit a good spot.
***
The office, Shiral's Bar, Morekay Town, Sprai-koo, Delta Quadrant.
"Okay, it might not have been too good to knock down a Sprai-koo spy with a bottle of the
finest liquor, but you could have told me!!" B'Elanna shouted.
"Oh, and how should I've been able to do that? Maybe at the same time you were pressing a
few vertebraes into my neck?!" Tom shouted back.
"Yeah, that was the right time!"
"I don't know why that guy was knocked out and I don't know why you've got a sore neck,
Tom. But I'd like to because it surely wasn't easy to occupy every customer in there while you
two got that guy into this room."
"You told some great jokes, Harry, this people just have a different sense of humor."
"So do you, Paris! No one understands your lousy jokes either!"
"You shouldn't be picking at me, Torres! You were the one who hit him!"
"Will you two stop it!" Harry shrieked. "Are we going to keep him imprisoned here?"
"We could always try, but he'd get out no matter how hard we'd tire ourselves out."
"I see... You're talking about your own 'career' at Auckland."
"Stop it, B'Elanna! Tom, what are we going to do then?" Harry pushed her hair backwards, looking both
anoyed and panicking.
"A slight rescheduling. We'll leave this place the first thing in the dawn, if there's a dawn
here."
Harry frowned, "'If there's a dawn here'?"
"It's late evening here, but yet it looks like an afternoon at Earth."
The only woman in there sarcastically said,
"'And then we're going to go to the mighty Headquarters, get in, find and collect the
information we need, send it to Voyager, get out again, wait for Voyager to pick us up and
save everybody, resume our ordinary course and finally, make it back home to Earth and live
happily ever after.'"
"All in all, yes. But it probably won't be that easy."
"No," She said with emphasis. "That was not what I meant."
"What made you so sour?" Harry could not believe the sudden change from
relieved to completely angry, B'Elanna had gone through.
B'Elanna couldn't say that she mostly was mad at herself for ruining things with Tom, almost
before it had started.
She decided to defend her newly won honor, at the best way she could.
"I'm not sour!"
"Not? Then I suggest you change that expression, 'cause this one looks like you just ate a
whole lemon or maybe... some leola root." Tom said with conviction.
The half-Klingon clenched her fists and bit her tongue, it took all of her will-power not to hit
him.
'How can he be so nice some times, and such a total moron at others?' She thought, clenching
her fists even more.
"Guys, should we go pack out things and prepare for our trip to the lion's den?"
Harry said enthustically, he tried to be the comic again. His attempt to relieve the depressed
spirits did not succeed.
***