Disclaimer: Gene owns Star Trek. I own series one and two on Video.
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Rand left the Bridge with orders for three cups of coffee and one cup of powder.
She sauntered down the corridor, humming a tune she'd long since forgotten between her teeth, and abruptly ran into Scotty, who'd been waling quite quickly the other way with a tray of. . .spare parts, she assumed.
Whatever they were, they were heavy.
"OUCHIES!" She squeaked, hopping from one foot to another, biting the insides of her cheeks, "owwwwwwww! Watch where you're going!"
"I don't mean to rub it in, lass, but I think you should be the one watching where you're going." Scotty muttered, bending down and picking up the tray, "it takes two to tango."
"Yeah," Rand said under her breath, "but it only takes one to step on the others foot. . ."
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She arrived in the Mess and dived into the Kitchens a little haphazardly, wanting to just get out and stay out of everyone's way.
"Hi, Rand," The Chef greeted her, "need some coffee?"
"Yes, please." Rand blushed at her big secret: She didn't actually make the coffee. Chef did, "I need three cups of Coffee and one cup of Coffee powder."
"Coffee powder?"
"Long story."
"I see." The Chef fetched two big pots and started to brew the Nescafe, "revenge on someone I take it?"
"None of your business!" Rand squeaked, wondering why boys had to be so damn. . .nosy.
"Alright, alright, no need to get all stroppy."
"I'M NOT GETTING STROPPY!!" Rand screamed, getting stroppy, "how dare you even accuse me of-"
"If you don't shut up, I'm not making the coffee for you."
"Now whose acting stroppy - hey, wait, where you going?"
Too late. She was alone in the Kitchen with two pots, some coffee powder and some water.
"Uh oh." She whispered.
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Rand left the Bridge with orders for three cups of coffee and one cup of powder.
She sauntered down the corridor, humming a tune she'd long since forgotten between her teeth, and abruptly ran into Scotty, who'd been waling quite quickly the other way with a tray of. . .spare parts, she assumed.
Whatever they were, they were heavy.
"OUCHIES!" She squeaked, hopping from one foot to another, biting the insides of her cheeks, "owwwwwwww! Watch where you're going!"
"I don't mean to rub it in, lass, but I think you should be the one watching where you're going." Scotty muttered, bending down and picking up the tray, "it takes two to tango."
"Yeah," Rand said under her breath, "but it only takes one to step on the others foot. . ."
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She arrived in the Mess and dived into the Kitchens a little haphazardly, wanting to just get out and stay out of everyone's way.
"Hi, Rand," The Chef greeted her, "need some coffee?"
"Yes, please." Rand blushed at her big secret: She didn't actually make the coffee. Chef did, "I need three cups of Coffee and one cup of Coffee powder."
"Coffee powder?"
"Long story."
"I see." The Chef fetched two big pots and started to brew the Nescafe, "revenge on someone I take it?"
"None of your business!" Rand squeaked, wondering why boys had to be so damn. . .nosy.
"Alright, alright, no need to get all stroppy."
"I'M NOT GETTING STROPPY!!" Rand screamed, getting stroppy, "how dare you even accuse me of-"
"If you don't shut up, I'm not making the coffee for you."
"Now whose acting stroppy - hey, wait, where you going?"
Too late. She was alone in the Kitchen with two pots, some coffee powder and some water.
"Uh oh." She whispered.