A few hours later all the crew of C&C had set up a temporary camp, and the rangers were still going at it. It had progressed from Karaoke, to spin the bottle, to strip poker, and finally to Truth or Dare.
"Okay Marcus, truth or dare?" came the inevitable question when it came Marcus's turn.
"Hmmm. Well, I'm in a daring mood today, and I haven't been able to take it out by hitting someone with my denn'bok, soooooo, dare!" was Marcus's reply.
"Okay Marcus. I dare you to………. Do the Macarena. Shirtless!" There was a sudden rush outside the door as Ivanova, all the female members of C&C, and a few random women who happened to be standing around wondering why the crew of C&C was all sitting outside instead of steering the ship or whatever it is that they do. Someone turned on the music, and Marcus took his dare. The assorted females stood drooling, while the men outside laughed their heads off. Quite a large crowd of ships, who had been waiting outside for someone to let them in, gathered by the huge conveniently placed window in C&C, and the assorted arriving aliens seemed quite disappointed when Marcus finished. However, when he had finished, Ivanova finally remembered that they needed to get the partying rangers out of C&C so they could get back in and resume doing nothing. So she sent one of the people hanging around to go find someone to kick the people out. And on the third try, she actually got someone from C&C.
Garibaldi too was having a bad day. When he'd got to Talia's quarters and greeted her with a loud "Hey there Sweetcheeks! Big Daddy's here!" and waved his presents next to the window, he'd woken up three hours later upside down in a cargo hold. Luckily he'd woken up with a pak'ma'ra staring down at him, and the combination of the breath, the face (described as an octopus that's been run over) and the knowledge that they eat anything dead (the fork and salt shaker were a bit of a hint) had woken him up very quickly. And now one of the crew of C&C had found him as he was on his way back to his quarters, and was babbling about the rangers having a party in C&C. He tried to shake him off, but unfortunately the annoying person was clinging to him like a limpet. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" Yelled Garibaldi.
"I I I, Well sir, Ivanova said, she n needs you to come down and get the Rangers out of C&C. T They're having a party sir." Stammered the frightened young man.
The Rangers have taken over C&C to have a party? This man was obviously drunk. Garibaldi steered him towards Medlab and shoved him in, then walked off, wishing he hadn't given up drinking. Once he had gotten rid of the annoying crewmember, garibaldi decided to go have some fun. And what constituted fun? Well, hitting on Talia was out, though he could probably lurk around in the elevator waiting for her to get on, but after that last incident it was probably a good idea to stay far away from her for a while. He could make prank calls over his link, but there were no refrigerators on the station. He decided to go hang out in the casino in the hopes that he could overturn some table and run off with the spilled chips. On the way however, he ran into an all to familiar face.
"Ahh, Mr. Garibaldi. Just the person I as hoping to run into. I have a question for you." Garibaldi turned to see Morden rapidly advancing on him. "Mr. Garibaldi, you're a busy man I can see. But I have one small question to ask, and then you can get on with your duties. What do you want?" Steamy images of him, Talia, and the fedora floated across his mind. Then he remembered he had forgotten his fedora long ago. Turning rapidly to go back and find his beloved hat, he nearly slammed into Morden, who had taken a smart step backwards. "Don't you have to go and get beheaded or something?" he snarled nastily before dashing off.