Possibly one of the craziest drabbles I've ever written. EVER. Possibly, won't be beaten for a long time, but I can't make promises. =-D Enjoy!
Dedicated to YouHaveLovelyHair. Just for calling my stories 'meanderings'. It made me smile for the whole day.
Disclaimer: I don't Primeval...
"Come onnnn," whined Connor. "I'm bored."
"It's a Prospero dinner-dance, Connor. Surely you should be loving being surrounded by all these kinds of people," replied Becker, sarcastically. Personally, the evening's entertains were wearing thin on him. Well, they'd been wearing thin on him since five minutes after he got through the door. Even Jess was sitting down looking less than enthusiastic and she'd been so excited when the invites went out. Stupid Phillip and his ideas. 'It'll bring Prospero and the ARC into a closer harmony' he'd said. Becker, for one, thought that the 'harmonies' that were being played by he DJ were forcing him away.
"Please. You have to admit, this party needs a little livening up."
"Why do you need to drag me into it?" asked Becker, putting down his drink and looking at Connor.
"To say it was a dare. Like, we could pretend to be drunk. It's not as if any of your security is here and Matt will probably just sigh and make a comment about kids or something."
"Will you stop making reference to my age? It's not helping your cause," snapped Becker, not wanting to be held in the same light as Connor because they were close in age. He looked across at Connor and mentally sighed, giving into the apologetic, pleading look. "Come on, then. Just let me finish this drink. If we're going to pretend to be drunk, I may as well be that little bit closer to it."
"...So, you're still getting enough work then. Surprising in the current climate," responded Becker, desperately trying to make conversation to this DJ that he had very little in common with. Connor jostled him slightly and the scientist suddenly returned from the DJ's back.
"Yeah, mainly kids' parties. I..."
"Well, it's very nice to meet you, but I must be going. Your record's running out," interrupted Becker, as Connor tugged at his sleeve.
"Hang on. Take this." The DJ handed him a card. "My number. If you ever need a... party." He raised his eyebrows and Becker inwardly groaned as he felt Connor suppress a snigger. He smiled back and nodded, beating a hasty retreat down the stairs.
Straight into Matt. The two tried to look innocent, but Matt eyed them suspiciously.
"What are you two up to?"
"Us? Nothing," squeaked Connor and Becker closed his eyes. He needed to teach Connor how to lie.
"Look," sighed Matt. "I know this probably isn't either of your thing, but try to not to cause an incident. The last thing we need is an angry Phillip. Next thing you know he'll be saying..." Matt was interrupted by the music that Connor had put on extra loud. Matt's expression morphed into annoyance and Becker stared him in the eye.
'LET'S DO THE TIME WARP...'
"We're drunk," said the Captain, dead-pan.
Nor do I own Time Warp. I'd like to say now, it's not my usual taste in music. Honest. I heard a clip and it got stuck.
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