Finally, it's over. Yay. This silly thing started off as one quick scene in my head and look what happened, 8 chapters! I'm thinking about doing a sequel of sorts though. One of my reviewers suggested I get Tyr or Trance or even Rev (!!) drunk, so I'm thinking of doing a follow up where they get drunk but the others stay sober. A payback kinda thing. It probably won't happen for a little while though, I'm sort of out of inspiration on this particular topic. Thanks again!

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Rommie was the first to 'wake up' later that morning. A quick data sync with the main AI caused all her memories of the previous evening to return with a vengeance. Apparently the main AI had become so concerned with her behavior towards Dylan that it had put her into hibernation mode for six hours until the last of the intoxication virus had self destructed. Why, Rommie thought, Why did I do that, what was I thinking?!? She was not feeling the physical pain of a hangover, afterall Harper had designed it to make her like him better, but she was feeling the emotional pain. Through the data link the Holo portion of herself sympathized, she was also regretting some of the previous evening. What they both regretted most was the fact that the entire evening was an indelible part of the ship's records, records the main AI would not hesitate for a moment to recall.

Minutes later the other awoke to the sounds of Trance and Rev's good mornings and Tyr's laughter. They all reacted similarly to the accomodations. First came confusion, then realization, then shock, then embarrassment. Then awareness that they had one of the worst hangovers of their entire life. They were each housed in their own personal cell in the ship's brig. Beka just sat on the bed, head in hands looking down at her bare feet. Harper tried to sit up, but froze when his stomach and head informed him that he was not allowed to move yet. He tried to remember what exactly had happened, but his last clear memory was taking shots at the bar with the depressed guy. That and uploading the drunk virus to Rommie. And hadn't he called Rommie?

"Rommie please tell me I didn't call you last night from the bar?"

Rommie answered quietly, "Yes you did Harper. Unfortunately."

Dylan was the first to recover enough to ask why they were there and not in their quarters. Rev and Tyr let Trance answer, since it had been her idea. "Well Dylan, you were the one who told me that in the old Commonwealth drunken crew members got locked up in the brig. So when you and the others said in the mess that you didn't want to go back to your quarters I guessed you wanted it to be like in the old days. So we brought you here!"

Harper chose that moment to try to speak again. "Ok, fine, whatever, but why alone? Couldn't you a least have put me in a cell with Rommie?"

Rommie was not amused, but she didn't even bother yelling at him. She was too preoccupied trying to find a backdoor way to delete the incriminating files. No luck.

Tyr was leaning against the wall ('cuz that's what Tyr does) as he filled Dylan and the others in on some of the details. "Foolish boy, it wouldn't have mattered; the ship shut the android down as soon as we reached the cells and you passed out singing ballads to the cell walls not long after the magog locked you in your cell. Trance took Beka's shoes escorted her to her cell, while I Captain, had the privilege of placing you in you cell and throwing away the key so to speak.

Tyr was looking far too pleased with himself for Dylan. "HaHa Tyr. Well, it's not like this is the first time something like this has happened to me. I was a young lieutenant once you know, it's been awhile though." Dylan managed to completely regain his composure, and stood up looking fully the captain they all knew so well. "Well Trance I think with just a little aspirin we'll be completely recovered, so you can let us out now."

"I'm very sorry Dylan but I can't do that." Dylan sat down hard. "Andromeda helped me look up the old Commonwealth rules about returning from leave intoxicated and it says that the minimum umm incarceration period is 24 hours. So you guys have about 18 hours left. I'll have some off Andromeda's bots bring you some coffee and breakfast. Eggs and oatmeal would be good I think!" Trance quickly turned around and skipped down the hallway.

The captain was too used to following protocol to protest at first. By the time he pulled himself together Trance was long gone and Tyr was smiling at him in an especially irritating way. Dylan gave up, rolled over and went back to sleep.

Harper was still calling weakly after Trance. "God, Trance please, no eggs. Ugggg, just thinking about wobbly, slimmy scrambled eggs makes my stomach… Oh, Divine save me, I think I'm dying, my head's gonna explode…"

Rev decided to take this moment to gently revenge himself on Mr. Harper for the previous evening. "Ah yes young Master Harper, our hearts are often opened to the Way at the time of our greatest troubles. Knowledge of the Divine and an understanding of his will can bring great comfort to even the most sorely afflicted. As Brother Jonah Celestine wrote over 1000 years ago"

"Please Rev, not religion this early in the morning! I think I would rather have eggs for breakfast the philosophy mumbo jumbo."

Rev Bem took no mercy on the ill engineer. "And what kind of friend would I be if I left you alone in you pain? Never fear, I understand it is your pain talking and I won't leave you alone for a moment during your recovery. Brother Celestine wrote on this very matter…"

Watching Harper squirm Tyr felt as though the previous evening wasn't an entire waste after all. He had discovered new weaknesses in all three of the ships incarnations (weaknesses he might exploit one day), seen Dylan make a fool of himself and allow himself to be imprisoned by a purple child, and seen Beka expose more of her feelings than ever before. Beka had been strangely subdued since waking up in the cell, but muttering almost constantly. Tyr moved closer to hear her.

"If Rev had just let me bring that dark haired guy back to the Maru I wouldn't be locked up here right now. I would have my shoes too. Damn he had nice arms. Or that blonde guy, he would have been ok too, but no Dylan had to chase him away with Commonwealth talk. Or I could have skipped this whole trip and gone to meet Charlemagne like he asked. Even that Perseid from the corner of the bar wasn't looking so bad but Tyr had to go and scare him away."

Beka continued on, growing more graphic and bitter. Tyr backed slowly away. Perhaps he had learned just a little too much about Beka. A Perseid was higher up on her list of potential partners than he was? A Perseid?!?

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oh, btw this particular chapter was written in under an hour, which is much faster than I like to write. I needed to finish and post this though before I would let myself start another story. So if this one is a let down, well, know that I plan on revising the whole thing eventually.