And an alternate ending. Because I can't leave well enough alone.
Dedicated to Oralindie for ruthlessly sucking me into the seedy underbelly of McShep.
"Don't mention it."
"I won't."
"So…"
"Yeah?"
"Have you ever played the Sims?"
"No, Rodney."
"But—"
"No."
"Oh, fine. Wanna go make out in the transporter instead?"
"Sure. Just make sure you jam it right this time. I could do without being walked in on by Kauvanagh this time."
"Couldn't we all, Colonel. Couldn't we all."