Even Androids play the blues, part 7
The song ended and the crowed went wild with a standing ovation that echoed off the walls and filled the entire room. Dylan was on his feet, clapping and whistling as loud as he could. Rommie blush as she gave a slight bow, then moved back to her place with the band.
The evening wore on, and when the band started on the last song, Trance turned to Beka, "We better get Harper back to the ship: he started making advances on anything female and human." Beka glanced at Dylan, but his attention was elsewhere, "Good idea. You take left, I'll take right." They walked past Harper on ether side, grabbing him by the armpits and dragging him out.
Dylan waited until the band had ended, then walked up to Rommie, "You where brilliant!" Rommie blushed, "You're just saying that." Dylan smiled, "Would I ever do a thing like that to my best friend?" Rommie smiled slightly, "No, I suppose not. Where are the others?" Dylan looked round, "Beka and Trance decided they'd better get Harper back to the ship before he did something stupid. Or rather, more stupid than normal."
Rommie laughed as she put her saxophone back in its case. She turned to the band, "If I ever come back this way I'll pop in and say hi." Mackie smiled, "I look forward to it." Rommie smiled as she followed Dylan from the emptying bar.
They made their way along the almost deserted corridors of the drift, hardly saying a word. They stopped when they reached a large portal looking out at a nearby nebular. Rommie smiled, "I can see why artist come here: it's beautiful." Dylan nodded, putting an arm around her, "It is that." Dylan smiled to himself as Rommie rested her head on his shoulder again, "We'd better not fall asleep like this again: people would talk." Rommie laughed, "True."
Dylan's mind was a wash with conflicting emotions and feelings: he had always found Andromeda physically attractive, but then most human males did: she had chosen a very attractive self-image. But recently he hand found himself looking for reasons to spend more and more time with Rommie. He hadn't felt this way in a long time, not since he had first met Sera. Rommie felt Dylan becoming thence. She looked up at him, "Dylan, is there something wrong?" He tried to reply, but found himself lost in her eyes.
Rommie was perplexed by Dylan's vacant expression, and was shocked when he leaned in and kissed her deeply on the lips. She closed her eyes and felt her body go numb as the kiss went on. Had anyone asked her afterwards, she could have said that she had no idea how long the kiss lasted, and she would have been telling the truth: time just seemed to stop.
Dylan finally broke away and looked at her, "I think we need to talk." A hint of fear in his eyes and voice.
TBC
The song ended and the crowed went wild with a standing ovation that echoed off the walls and filled the entire room. Dylan was on his feet, clapping and whistling as loud as he could. Rommie blush as she gave a slight bow, then moved back to her place with the band.
The evening wore on, and when the band started on the last song, Trance turned to Beka, "We better get Harper back to the ship: he started making advances on anything female and human." Beka glanced at Dylan, but his attention was elsewhere, "Good idea. You take left, I'll take right." They walked past Harper on ether side, grabbing him by the armpits and dragging him out.
Dylan waited until the band had ended, then walked up to Rommie, "You where brilliant!" Rommie blushed, "You're just saying that." Dylan smiled, "Would I ever do a thing like that to my best friend?" Rommie smiled slightly, "No, I suppose not. Where are the others?" Dylan looked round, "Beka and Trance decided they'd better get Harper back to the ship before he did something stupid. Or rather, more stupid than normal."
Rommie laughed as she put her saxophone back in its case. She turned to the band, "If I ever come back this way I'll pop in and say hi." Mackie smiled, "I look forward to it." Rommie smiled as she followed Dylan from the emptying bar.
They made their way along the almost deserted corridors of the drift, hardly saying a word. They stopped when they reached a large portal looking out at a nearby nebular. Rommie smiled, "I can see why artist come here: it's beautiful." Dylan nodded, putting an arm around her, "It is that." Dylan smiled to himself as Rommie rested her head on his shoulder again, "We'd better not fall asleep like this again: people would talk." Rommie laughed, "True."
Dylan's mind was a wash with conflicting emotions and feelings: he had always found Andromeda physically attractive, but then most human males did: she had chosen a very attractive self-image. But recently he hand found himself looking for reasons to spend more and more time with Rommie. He hadn't felt this way in a long time, not since he had first met Sera. Rommie felt Dylan becoming thence. She looked up at him, "Dylan, is there something wrong?" He tried to reply, but found himself lost in her eyes.
Rommie was perplexed by Dylan's vacant expression, and was shocked when he leaned in and kissed her deeply on the lips. She closed her eyes and felt her body go numb as the kiss went on. Had anyone asked her afterwards, she could have said that she had no idea how long the kiss lasted, and she would have been telling the truth: time just seemed to stop.
Dylan finally broke away and looked at her, "I think we need to talk." A hint of fear in his eyes and voice.
TBC