Title: Sobriety is Overrated
Author: Josephine
Email: Lovellama@aol.com
Rating: R
Genre: Challenge from CJ/ Humor
Codes: Tu/S, M, R
Summary: First Kiss, beta'd by the as always fabu C.J.
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Trip, Hoshi, Malcolm, and Travis stumbled out of the decon chamber. Ninety minutes under the blue lights had given them some much-needed rest, but the away team was still bone weary. Silently they made their way down the corridors to their cabins, occasionally leaning on and supporting each other.
Stopping outside his cabin, opening the door, Trip looked at the rest of the group. "I need a drink. Anyone want t' join me?"
Travis just walked in, Malcolm a moment later, pushed by Hoshi. Trip dug down in his closet and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels, looking around vainly for glasses. Only finding one in the bathroom, he gallantly offered it to Hoshi with a bow, filling it to the brim and passing the bottle around to the guys.
Hoshi raised her tumbler. "May we never have to go through that again."
"A-bloody-men," mumbled Malcolm, as he took a long pull off the bottle.
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". that's not a gorilla, that's my wife!"
Another ninety minutes and the gang of four was sprawled out on the floor of the cabin, propped up on various surfaces. Travis had been telling very bad jokes for the past ten. Hoshi had quickly abandoned her cup and started drinking from the bottle too.
She took the bottle from Malcolm and peered at it, holding it up to the light. "I thought whiskey was supposed to be brown."
"H'it is," Trip grumbled.
"This one's clear." Hoshi shook the bottle in front of his face.
The boys looked cross-eyed at the swaying container.
"It's all gone." Travis sounded pleased, having figured that out all by himself.
"Hmph." Moving the bottle slightly, Hoshi watched the light refracting through the glass. She put it down and set it spinning with a flick of the wrist. "Spin the bottle!!" she crowed. It eventually slowed, the neck pointing to Trip.
Hoshi crawled over to him, grinning lasciviously. "Pucker up, big boy." She planted a large, sloppy, drawn out kiss on the surprised Southerner. Looking up at him, she giggled, then fell head first into his lap.
"Ah, darlin', I don't' think that's part of the game ." Trip gently turned Hoshi over to find her softly snoring.
Travis lost it, rolling on the floor laughing.
Malcolm blinked a few times. "You want some help getting her back to her cabin?"
"Nah." Trip shook his head. "She can stay here. I'll sleep on th' couch." Gathering Hoshi in his arms, he lifted her onto the bunk.
"Come on, fly boy." Malcolm pulled Travis to his feet. "Time to go home." He ushered the still laughing helmsman out the door.
Tuning back to Hoshi, Trip debated on whether or not to leave her in her uniform. Shrugging, he reached for the zipper. "It's not like I like her or anythin'." He stripped her to her tank and boxers, tossing the jumpsuit in the corner.
Trip swallowed hard as he looked down at an almost naked Hoshi sprawled on his bunk. "Yep," he reiterated, drawing the sheet up with an unsteady hand. ". good thing I don't like her or anythin' ."
Author: Josephine
Email: Lovellama@aol.com
Rating: R
Genre: Challenge from CJ/ Humor
Codes: Tu/S, M, R
Summary: First Kiss, beta'd by the as always fabu C.J.
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Trip, Hoshi, Malcolm, and Travis stumbled out of the decon chamber. Ninety minutes under the blue lights had given them some much-needed rest, but the away team was still bone weary. Silently they made their way down the corridors to their cabins, occasionally leaning on and supporting each other.
Stopping outside his cabin, opening the door, Trip looked at the rest of the group. "I need a drink. Anyone want t' join me?"
Travis just walked in, Malcolm a moment later, pushed by Hoshi. Trip dug down in his closet and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels, looking around vainly for glasses. Only finding one in the bathroom, he gallantly offered it to Hoshi with a bow, filling it to the brim and passing the bottle around to the guys.
Hoshi raised her tumbler. "May we never have to go through that again."
"A-bloody-men," mumbled Malcolm, as he took a long pull off the bottle.
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". that's not a gorilla, that's my wife!"
Another ninety minutes and the gang of four was sprawled out on the floor of the cabin, propped up on various surfaces. Travis had been telling very bad jokes for the past ten. Hoshi had quickly abandoned her cup and started drinking from the bottle too.
She took the bottle from Malcolm and peered at it, holding it up to the light. "I thought whiskey was supposed to be brown."
"H'it is," Trip grumbled.
"This one's clear." Hoshi shook the bottle in front of his face.
The boys looked cross-eyed at the swaying container.
"It's all gone." Travis sounded pleased, having figured that out all by himself.
"Hmph." Moving the bottle slightly, Hoshi watched the light refracting through the glass. She put it down and set it spinning with a flick of the wrist. "Spin the bottle!!" she crowed. It eventually slowed, the neck pointing to Trip.
Hoshi crawled over to him, grinning lasciviously. "Pucker up, big boy." She planted a large, sloppy, drawn out kiss on the surprised Southerner. Looking up at him, she giggled, then fell head first into his lap.
"Ah, darlin', I don't' think that's part of the game ." Trip gently turned Hoshi over to find her softly snoring.
Travis lost it, rolling on the floor laughing.
Malcolm blinked a few times. "You want some help getting her back to her cabin?"
"Nah." Trip shook his head. "She can stay here. I'll sleep on th' couch." Gathering Hoshi in his arms, he lifted her onto the bunk.
"Come on, fly boy." Malcolm pulled Travis to his feet. "Time to go home." He ushered the still laughing helmsman out the door.
Tuning back to Hoshi, Trip debated on whether or not to leave her in her uniform. Shrugging, he reached for the zipper. "It's not like I like her or anythin'." He stripped her to her tank and boxers, tossing the jumpsuit in the corner.
Trip swallowed hard as he looked down at an almost naked Hoshi sprawled on his bunk. "Yep," he reiterated, drawing the sheet up with an unsteady hand. ". good thing I don't like her or anythin' ."