Author's note : This is just a little something that was inspired by 2 or 3 challenges from Wandering Minds...Especially inspired by the Capt.'s dream...Hope you like this...
Disclaimer - I don't own them...if I did the writing on the show would be a bit...well...a bit better...
All Bets Are Off - Chapter 1
She hated formal events more than she hated planets and that was saying something. Mixing and mingling with diplomats was not her idea of excitement. She thought longingly of a seedy bar on an equally seedy drift where she could pick up a man for a night of extreme physical fun. Being a member of the Common Wealth had definate downside she decided yet again, formal paryies being only a part.
Looking around the room she took in the expressions upon the faces of her crewmates and found variations of the same theme, boredom. Even Rommie was looking bored. she would have left hours ago, but Dylan had insisted that they all arive and depart together, so hwere they were waiting on him. If his behaviour held to the same pattern he had displayed at the other formal events they would be waiting a long time as he made the rounds of the room, looking for a willing women to warm his bed.
Sighing Beka made her way to stand with Tyr and Trance. The look they shared spoke volumes about their feelings on their Captian and his current quest. Turning their backs to the room they formed a hudle as Harper and Rommie joined them. Keeping their voices low they concentrated on a flexie that Harper held in his hands. Printed on it were the odds of Dylan leaving with each of the women of rank present. As each pointed out their choice and laid down money they barely managed not to laugh. For the past six months they had been placing these bets to ease the boredom of diplomatic events. They had come close to being discovered at thelast party but Rommie had saved them by introducing to a politician who was up for a bit of ego stroking. Rommie won the bet that night as well. Putting her money on a tall red head Beka turned to keep Dylan in her view, she didn't want a repeat of what had almost happened.
They had to wait another fifty minuets for Dylan, but in the end Beka won the bet. Dylan and the red head joined the crew next to one of the food tables and announced their desire to leave. Rolling her eyes at Dylan's nerve Beka prepared herself to play taxi to a pompass ass of a captian and a socialite.
Disclaimer - I don't own them...if I did the writing on the show would be a bit...well...a bit better...
All Bets Are Off - Chapter 1
She hated formal events more than she hated planets and that was saying something. Mixing and mingling with diplomats was not her idea of excitement. She thought longingly of a seedy bar on an equally seedy drift where she could pick up a man for a night of extreme physical fun. Being a member of the Common Wealth had definate downside she decided yet again, formal paryies being only a part.
Looking around the room she took in the expressions upon the faces of her crewmates and found variations of the same theme, boredom. Even Rommie was looking bored. she would have left hours ago, but Dylan had insisted that they all arive and depart together, so hwere they were waiting on him. If his behaviour held to the same pattern he had displayed at the other formal events they would be waiting a long time as he made the rounds of the room, looking for a willing women to warm his bed.
Sighing Beka made her way to stand with Tyr and Trance. The look they shared spoke volumes about their feelings on their Captian and his current quest. Turning their backs to the room they formed a hudle as Harper and Rommie joined them. Keeping their voices low they concentrated on a flexie that Harper held in his hands. Printed on it were the odds of Dylan leaving with each of the women of rank present. As each pointed out their choice and laid down money they barely managed not to laugh. For the past six months they had been placing these bets to ease the boredom of diplomatic events. They had come close to being discovered at thelast party but Rommie had saved them by introducing to a politician who was up for a bit of ego stroking. Rommie won the bet that night as well. Putting her money on a tall red head Beka turned to keep Dylan in her view, she didn't want a repeat of what had almost happened.
They had to wait another fifty minuets for Dylan, but in the end Beka won the bet. Dylan and the red head joined the crew next to one of the food tables and announced their desire to leave. Rolling her eyes at Dylan's nerve Beka prepared herself to play taxi to a pompass ass of a captian and a socialite.
