.:Continued:.
As all the conversations slowed down to a halt and people got that pleasent 'after a meal drowszy' feeling, everyone that was left in the bar and resurants slowly filtered out to the center of the Promenade. The various crews began to do a headcount, showing that Johnny and Trance were missing. "Rommie, can you locate Trance?" Dylan asked.
"My sensors are good Dylan, but not that good. They would be better if I was back on me. Until then I have limited sensor range." Rommie said with the faintest hint of a pout.
"Bossh, Trance lef the bar abou 15 or so minutesh afer we got tere. Shss propbably at her quarters seeping of the few drinksh wesh had," Harper said with his voice heavily slurred. Dylan turned around to look in Harper's direction and he saw Beka holding him as upright as she could while Harper leaned heavily on her.
"Harper," he said sternly as he looked around at the other people, attempting to gauge their reactions. "I told you to lay off the drinks, how many have you had?"
"Oh, isd unno, tree or fourd?" He looked up muzzily at Dylan.
Dylan was about to argue on that number when a clear headed Beka spoke up, "He's right, he had three. Trance was the one that had four."
"They wehr dan good to bosh," Harper said quietly as his eyes started to droop. "Yous know, soomethings feels wong ish times." Harper closed his eyes and went heavyweight on Beka, cause her to crumple down with him on the floor.
Beka propped herself up on her elbows and glared at Tyr, "A little help here?" Tyr stopped laughing long enough to roll Harper off of Beka, then promptly started laughing again, this time with Dylan. "Oh grow up." She glared, "But ya know, that was kinda funny," Beka turned her glare into a smile and soon was laughing so hard that tears were falling.
"I don't know these people," Rommie mumbled looking slightly embaressed and step away from the laughing trio. After a small bit of time had passed Rommie spoke up. "You do know that Harper is conscious and trying very hard not to laugh?" That got both Dylan and Beka to stop laughing, but Tyr started up even harder.
"You mean you didn't know?" Tyr said breathless, "Captain Dylan Hunt, tricked by a earther!" Tyr attempted to stop laughing, but spurred on by the many glasses of bloodwine, continued to laugh.
"Harper," Rommie said in her most menacing voice as she latched on to his arm and pulled up him, "What did you do to Tyr?"
"Nothing Rom Doll, ow!" Harper winced as she tightened her grip, "I swear, I didn't do anything." Rommie glared at him then released him.
"Harper, not funny," said Dylan sternly with his arms crossed."
"You sure thought it was funny a minute ago," Harper mumbled, awarding him a thwap on the head from Beka. "Sheesh, you guys are all heart."
Once Rommie had Tyr calmed down she proceeded to scan him. "Dylan, he has an achohol level." She said concerned.
"What's so bad about that? I sure as heck have one right now." Another thwap to the head, this time from Dylan.
"Harper, Tyr's nanobots disperse the achohol as soon as it enters the blood system. There shouldn't be any achohol level, ever."
"Wait wait wait, so you're saying that Tyr is drunk?" Harper asked with wide eyes.
"Yes."
"I am going to be able to black mail him with this forever! Rommie, take some pictures or something! Argh, If only I had a camera!" He looked around at the gathered group of people. "Anyone have a camera! Aw man, now I'll never be able to prove that he was inferior to me at one point in his life." Thwap from Rommie.
"Harper will you just knock it off." She turned to the nearest person with the type of alcohol in his system same as Tyr and asked, "What type of alcoholic compound did he consume?"
"Bloodwine, strongest stuff they got on the station," Ethan replied trying desperately not to look hammered in the presence of Captain Janeway.
"It's never easy. Rommie tell Trance to get down here." Turning to the crowd he asked, "Does anyone know where the Med-Deck is here?"
"Wait for me!" Trance called out as she rushed to get in the lift before it and its occupant started on their journey down to the quarters.
Johnny wasn't quite sure how to stop the doors from closing so he decided to do it the old fashioned way and placed the very tip of his cane in-between the moving metal pieces. That halted their voyage forward and slowly started to retreat back.
"Thanks Johnny," Trance said as her tail waved around behind her. After looking around for a moment she asked, "Um, how exactly do you get this thing started?"
"Well, I tried a few things before I got frustrated and started to talk to myself," he said sheepishly. "Anyway, when I mentioned Deck 29 it started up. This elevator must have voice activated controls." To prove his point he looked up at the ceiling, "Computer?" After recieving a beep he continued, "Deck 29 please." The doors swooshed shut and pretty soon they were on their way down.
"You seem sad."
"Hmm? Me? I'm fine, never better." Johnny said with a lopsided grin as he thought, 'I hope she isn't a telepath.' The rest of the ride was met with silence.
Once they left the lift Trance attempted to restart the conversation. "I couldn't help but notice that you really didn't talk to anyone when everyone was eating."
"It's rude to talk while you're eating. Didn't your Mom ever tell you that?" He stopped and looked around the corridor and walked up to a door. "Well, here we are. Our quarters." He fiddled around with the door until Trance came over and pressed a small green button that opened the door.
"You know what I mean."
"Look, I'm tired, so can we just drop the subject?"
'How very Harper like,' Trance thought but said aloud, "Is that what you really want?"
"Yes, it is." 'Maybe she's a shrink.'
"Okay, but I'm here if you want to talk about it."
'Yep, definetely a shrink.' Johnny nodded then turned on his heel and walked into the open doors on the right. As they shut, Trance turned to take the left one when her comm unit beeped.
"Trance, Tyr has an achohol level in his blood. We have him at the Medical facilities on the station. Hurry back here."
"Okay Dylan," Trance paused only to look at the closed door and she frowned sadly. 'It's like there is the weight of the world on his shoulders.'
"Does anyone here know where the med-deck is?" Dylan asked as he strugled to support Tyr's weight, and finally handed him over to a much stronger Rommie.
Doctor Bashier nodded, "Right this way." He lead the small group from Andromeda as well as everyone else that was still standing around staring, towards the sick bay. He walked up to the enternace and the doors opened as they sensed the motion. Bashier motioned over to a nearby medical bed and Dylan promptly dropped Tyr like a rock onto the foamy substances.
"Dylan? I'm here, sorry it took so long, I was just talking to Johnny in the lift and then- What did Tyr drink? Nothing achoholic is supposed to affect him in this way, does anyone have a scanner? Harper, Beka, Dylan, you should all get some sleep, I'll take care of Tyr with Rommie's help. Shoo." Trance said in one almost seemingly non-ending sentence.
"Okay then. I leave him in your capable hands then Trance Gemini," Dylan said with a smile just as they heard some heavy breathing from just outside the Sick Bay. Dylan exited the room and was meet with a interesting sight. The cadavourous figure was leaning heavily against the wall panting and struggling to breath as the rest of the crew from his ship just stood back and watched.
"What's wrong with him?" Janeway asked with concern.
"What? Oh, him. He's just a little hot at the moment, and I think he left all his cooling rods on Moya."
"I didn't expect not to be able to get back to Moya before my rods needed to be changed John." Scorpious said in ragged puffs.
Jarod, appaled that the people from this man's supposed crew was doing nothing to help him, rushed forward and prevent Scorpious from collapsing on the floor. "Is there anything we can do?"
"Nope, and if there was, I wouldn't do it." John Chriton said bluntly.
"Hmmpf," was the last thing Scorpious said before his cooling rod housing popped out of his head. After it poooped out he just winced.
(fabled reaction shots)
Moya Crew didn't look at all surprised. O'Brien and Harper were thinking about the engineering feat that it took to install that level of techonology into someone's brain without turning that said person into a walking veggie. Johnny, Hoban, and Jane were already off to their respected quarters. Mulder was thinking about how cool it was to meet a technologicaly advanced race, Scully was thinking about all the medical implecations. The Doctor and Ace missed the whole thing because the Doctor had dragged her inside Sick Bay while he was talking with trance. Kim and Ethan looked visably sick while Tom and B'leanna were making out in the Kligon resturant. Janeway, Chacotay and Tuvok all looked intriged. Broots had turned green instantly and ran off to find a bathroom, only to stumble across Tom necking B'leanna, making Broots run even faster to a bathroom. Sdyney didn't really know what to make of it and decided to analize his thoughts on it later. Ralph and Bill were fighting about some inane problem about weather to wear the suit continuosly, or not. Odo was asleep in his bucket in the security office, and Worf was on Ops deck sighing heavliy.
Beka was the first to break the relative silence by saying one sentence. "Ewwww, gross."
TBC