Hello! Quick announcement – my other story, 'Boxed and Locked', is complete, so please feel free to take a look at that. Also has allowed me a chance to add to my Anomalies. Yay! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I - own Primeval. Now fill in the gap.
Becker stood with a glass of lemonade in hand in a corner of the dark room. This was not as lonely as it sounded; people were pressed in together and someone kept standing on his foot.
Across the room, a group of scientists studied the man who was so obviously out of his comfort zone. They analysed the posture, commented on the lack of communication and came to their conclusions with the help of data and large amounts of alcohol.
"I don't think he's enjoying this," shouted Matt to Abby above the racket produced by the people. Connor nodded his agreement with this statement and took another gulp of beer.
"I thought it would be nice to see him outside work," exclaimed Jess, defensively. "Thought he might relax and be more talkative." Connor shook his head at this theory.
"What you fail to comprehend there, Jess, is that he doesn't out in a work persona. That's just him," slurred Abby, the drink starting to show its effects. "Look, look, he's going in for the move!"
Sure enough, Becker was moving forward, slowly, as he tried to squeeze between a gyrating woman and a jumping man. He winced as his foot was crushed under a high-heel; luckily, he had his army boots on, but still...
Another person shoved the Captain, leading to most of his drink ending up on his T-shirt. And he was still only halfway across the floor. The second half brought the fresh danger of what was definitely a hen party. Pink feathers enveloped him, ruffling his neat hair. The high squealing pierced his ears painfully, even over the thumping music.
"Hello, gorgeous. Well done, you've pulled." A tall blond with ladles of make-up and a top far too small pressed herself up against hi, curling her arms around his neck. Becker twirled her around so they switched places then uncurled her hug.
"No, I haven't." He moved on, leaving the offended drunk girl to be comforted by her friends. In fact, he moved on too quickly, stumbling over someone's legs and knocking some burly men in the process. Cries of anger went up from the group, as Becker backed away, suddenly becoming the person stepping on other's feet.
Thankfully, Jess was sober enough to save him, pulling him down into their booth. Becker stared at her accusingly as she blushed.
"You are never taking me clubbing again!"
"But Becker, it's the greatest scientific experiment EVER!" cried Connor, before he rolled onto Abby's lap.
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