Two days after "The Great Holodeck Incident of 2375", as the drunken party became remembered as, Chez Sandrine's was crowded. Almost everyone was there (except for the engineer who attacked Seven- he was hiding in his quarters out of shame, even though she decided not to press charges). The blurred high Voyager had experienced featured cruel retribution, and many of her crew were still nursing pounding heads and roiling stomachs. Sandrine was having a jolly time showing off her infamous hangover cure to the mumbling crowd in the smoky lighting.

Tuvok, Vorik and Seven of Nine stood stiffly by the bar, having drained their glasses of the somewhat repulsive hangover cure in one gulp. Each had a scowl bigger than usual.

Tom, Harry and B'Elanna sat at a table in the corner, wearily sipping from glasses Sandrine had just set in front of them. The two men had been a little awkward around each other after finally recovering from their drunken illness, but it had quickly faded, and B'Elanna grinned at their familiar demeanor. She was just considering asking them what exactly they had beaten each other to a pulp for when she heard her own name: "B'Elanna Torres."

She looked up to see Seven of Nine standing before her sporting a fresh biosuit and a frown. B'Elanna quickly stood up and Harry and Tom stopped their conversation to stare.

"What is it, Seven?" she quizzed.

Seven looked a little uncomfortable, and paused a few seconds before beginning. "I wish it known that the sincerity of my gratitude for your kindness was sincere, as was my enthusiasm towards bettering my social acquaintance with you. I hope that we may be…friends." She finished stiffly. B'Elanna smiled.

"I'd like that, Seven. Join us?"

As Seven brought a chair to their table, Harry and Tom filled her in on B'Elanna's new nickname, "Banana". The three laughed when Seven informed them she did not see the connection between Voyager's chief engineer and a yellow Terran fruit.

"I know zat look, mon capitaine," the blonde hologram told Captain Janeway with a knowing smile, who was perched on a stool at the end of the bar. She leaned over the captain, a sultry glint in her eyes. "Where was Monsieur Chakotay during your repose ivre?"

Janeway massaged her aching temples. "Drooling into the carpet, no doubt," she told Sandrine icily.

The French woman sniffed haughtily as though offended by Janeway's lack of scandalous, intimate details and produced a tall glass of thick orange liquid with a flourish. She then flounced away with a tray full of other glasses, leaving a cloud of heavy perfume in her wake.

Janeway had just gagged down her first sip of the concoction (which tasted like what Janeway imagined liquefied Starfleet standard uniform boots would) when a familiar form slipped onto the chair next to her.

"Remind me to never observe planetary phenomena again, Chakotay," Janeway groaned.

Chakotay smiled. "I'm surprised you haven't been chugging coffee. It really helps."

Janeway cast him a sideways glare over her glass. "I spent the next two weeks' replicator rations on new pants," she said stiffly.

Chakotay willed himself not to blush as he remembered exactly how his captain managed to misplace such an important article of clothing.

His grin faded. "Kathryn, I'm really sorry. I wasn't-"

Janeway held up a slender hand, stopping him. "Don't worry about it, Chakotay." She sighed, a wry smile playing on her lips. "I never thought I'd be saying this, but we were both…drunk. I owe you an apology."

"You don't have to be sorry for anything," he blurted out.

Janeway stiffened at the meaning of his words, but soon relaxed her face into a crooked grin. "Chakotay, I'm still entirely too hung over for this."

"What if I buy you a coffee, my quarters? It'd certainly help…sober you up," the commander said, a twinkle in his deep brown eyes.

Janeway could've sworn her headache lessened then and there. She slipped her arm through his proffered one and they strode away, sharing a smile, both experiencing flutters that had nothing to do with alcohol- or indeed, carbonized polywater.

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