"God, I can't believe he had the audacity to tell me that it was not believable that I was not Vulcan after he insulted me. He is such the most insensitive jerk. And he's even more monotone than my Vulcan grandfather who is the most monotone person I know. If I didn't need this class to graduate and get the position I want, I would so drop this class." She fumed, rummaging through a pile of clothes, many flying in different directions. Why was her favorite top always missing? The bright pink one with the sparkles on it.

Carol simply started to smile. "So, I'm guessing class didn't go well?"

Roxanne turned to look at Carol and laughed. "You don't even know. Didn't go well, doesn't even start to expand on the hour that I hand in that stupid, ignorant, illogical, pointy-eared green bastard's class. I couldn't have been more insulted in my life and he didn't even care that he did it." She saw a flash of sparkle in the corner of her eye and looked hopeful. She started digging where she saw it and again clothes went flying. "There it is." She said looking relieved that she found her bright pink top with the sparkles on it. It was perfect for going dancing. "So you coming to the club with me and Jillian and Cordelia and probably Adonis?" She asked her good good friend.

"How could I not? If the whole gang is going and people are getting drunk, you are gonna need some people to help you get back to your rooms and up in the morning. I'll be more than happy to drag your butts back down here." Carol was the responsible one, always so dependable. She did get drunk a couple of times and they hadn't let her live it down since. They had captured it all on vid and she was bright in the face every time it came up. "So how come you and Adonis don't hook up? You're always with each other and always talking and always doing everything together. You are perfect for each other."

"Adonis and I are just friends. We've been friends our whole lives. My aunt and uncle knew his parent's and just loved them. When Adonis and I were born, it was like destined that we were to be best friends or end up marrying each other and the first happened and the other didn't. He even convinced me to come to the academy with him. We sat right next to each other on the plane. Maybe in a couple of years, we might pursue something romantic, but for now, we're just friends."

"Whatever you say." Carol just laughed it off. Adonis and Roxanne were totally cute together, even being dubbed as the 'married couple' already. They were that close and Carol never got why Adonis let Roxanne get out of his grasp. She was his best friend, didn't he want it to be something more? Roxanne was always going out and hooking up with tons of guys and Carol wondered why Adonis let that be. Adonis always knew everything about her though. From what Carol saw, he was the only guy to stay in her life for long amounts of time.

"Seriously, what am I going to have to do to get you to believe Adonis and I are just friends? Because that's all it is." Roxanne turned away from Carol and took off her uniform top and put on her favorite one, the one which was to blame for her room being a complete mess now. The doors buzzed in a fashion that said someone came in. She looked towards the door as she looked a matching bottom for her outfit. Her eyes lit up when she saw him. "Adonis."

Carol just laughed and Adonis smiled. "Roxanne, Carol." He looked at both of them. "See you had some trouble finding that top again. About ready to go?" He asked. He was so sweet. He always knew what to say and when to say it.

"How can you say that you don't love him? Your eyes light up like nothing I've ever seen before except with the married couple at weddings. You guys are great together. I wish people had relationships like you. Maybe then there would be no divorce."

They both looked at Carol like she was high. How on earth could she say that. "We have a good relationship, doesn't mean it's romantic or that we'd work out as a romantic couple. We're very different, but we've been best friends forever. I couldn't date him. It would be too awkward." Roxanne said.

"Agreed."

"Whatever." Carol replied looking at the both of them. "Now, do you have a bottom picked out for that outfit, or are you going in your starfleet skirt. It doesn't quite match the top, just to let you know." With that Roxanne looked at her skirt and around her room. What could match this perfect top?

"You should wear this one." Adonis had a black miniskirt with a little bit of fringe at the bottom. It had some pink jewels around the pocket shape and it was absolutely perfect. The rivets and the pink and the black made it the perfect choice for the club.

"You are such a god. You always know what I should wear." Roxanne gave him a little peck on cheek and took her skirt and face away from everybody while she took off her starfleet skirt and put on her black one. The shoes she was wearing were already decided. Black pumps with pink swirls that matched her shirt. She was ready to go. She put everything away quickly and then looked at both of them. "Ya ready?"

"When you are." They let her lead them out. They were to meet at Club Deluxe, an old but rennovated club from the twentieth century.

---Star Trek 2009---

Pike insisted on going to this damnable Club Deluxe. He insisted on bringing Spock along and so far he was not having a goood time. Why did things go like this. He recognized some of the people in the club as some of his students. So far, none of them had recognized him. That was good at least. He didn't want to be noticed.

He saw her walk in with two people he didn't know. This was getting better and better. And she was wearing things that barely covered her. Half-vulcan his ass. Even with looking at her records and knowing that she was indeed half-vulcan, it was still hard to believe. She was so human. She was so free with herself. Why was this happening to him? Why did one of his best students from what he had seen in the brief session that he had with her, have to be a pain like this one was?

She and her two friends walked up to another group of people, obviously familiar with each other and were given a couple of very tiny glasses. Shots maybe? Of what? He just looked at her. She was so different from all of them though. The way she carried herself was different. The only male from what he could distinguish of the group was talking to her. Spock saw him look at her and look at the dancefloor and then they headed towards it. Dancing.

"Isn't this great, Spock?" Pike asked.

"I am not particuliarly enjoying this social setting, Pike. It is awkward."

"What about it is awkward?"

Spock grimaced. What wasn't awkward about this. He was sure that Roxanne would see him eventually and then things would get really awkward around here. "My students are here. I do not like seeing most of my students outside my classroom. I do not wish to have other relationships to students other than teacher and mentor. The music is loud and slightly foreign to me. And I don't dance."

"You don't have to dance. The music is supposed to be foreign to you. That's why I brought you here. Your students, you don't have to talk to them and I'm pretty sure that they won't talk to you."

"You do not understand. It is highly logical that one in particuliar will talk to me. And I'm not exactly wanting to talk to her. She is fascinating in a way." Spock added as he toyed with his drink. There wasn't exactly anything wrong with her, but she was too much trouble. He had a feeling that she was going to be his undoing and Nyota had already done enough for him.

"Spock, lighten up." Pike told him. Spock knew it was over for him after that. Pike had left him alone at the bar and there was nothing that could protect him any longer for anything that was coming his way. He looked around, quite happy to avoid noticing her at all costs. Maybe it would be good for him after all.

She headed toward the bar while he was looking around. Unfortunately, the only clear spots were next to him and she would have to be nice. She knew the people here and was pretty sure she could just wait it for a few minutes but she was thirsty now. "So, I never would have pegged you as the club type." She remarked.

"I'm not."

"Why are you here then?" The bartender looked at her and asked about her regular drink. She nodded and he set about to make it.

"Because Pike brought me here. He said it would expand my horizons."

"Right..." She said sarcastically.

"Why are you here?"

"This is my scene. I love it. I love the dancing and music."

"How can you say that?"

"Maybe, I'll show you sometime. Right now, I've got to get back to my friends." She said getting her drink and going. The promise was filled with something. What was that about? Spock felt confused and puzzled with Roxanne. She was just an enigma. She was truly fascinating.