Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2011 19:28:22 GMT -8
"Oh really? Then I expect you think I'm some pompous git with a over inflated propriety for posh to-do's and he some sort of proverbial clown?"
"If you'd have said 'performer', I'd have complimented you on your alliteration," Angel quipped to Cliff as she watched Alonsoy scowl at the replicator.
"It's human nature to forget especially when you've had a busy day. We've already been on a few red alerts recently."
Turning on her heel, she faced Cliff. "Ah, the old 'I was busy' excuse." She rolled her eyes and threw a hand into the air. "Some get away with that all the time. You think I can? 'I'm sorry I burned your meal, I was busy. I'm sorry there's no more soup, I was busy'." She snorted. "You think anyone would buy it?" Pointing her finger at Alonsoy, she said, "if he wants to eat in here, he can clean up and-"
"And I don't believe 'humperdink' is any right way of being polite regardless of how he is dressed or how he acts. You're both Ensigns, you can at least use his name properly or doesn't Starfleet teach that at the Academy?"
Both eyebrows raised. "Who are you to talk? You didn't attend the Academy, now, did you?"
“I am off duty. It is a yellow alert. It is a mess hall. YOU are on duty. You are on duty. This is your station. THAT’S your replicator, your responsibility!"
"Fine," Angel said, turning quickly to face the irate Ensign. She tapped the air above her combadge, pretending. "Ensign Arison to Engineering. Ensign Hamlet broke the replicator, but he's too busy to bother contacting you..."
"Perhaps you could call an Engineer anyway, Miss Arison. That way, Mr. Alonsoy can go grab a shower and a fresh uniform and he won't jeopardise anymore surfaces and delicate noses. If he is quick and efficient, I'm sure he'll find his snack waiting for him when he comes back if he has the time for it."
"Who are you," she asked Cliff over her shoulder. "Last I checked you were the party planner. This..." She pointed at Alonsoy, "...is no party."
“Listen, Ensign!”
She gave Alonsoy a patronizing smile. This should be good.
“Cliff is right. We are Ensigns. One pip officers. See? It is a pip and not a stupid crown! Now, excuse me, I am going to listen to Cliff…”
Waiting, she tapped a toe inside of her shoe.
“Get out of my way.”
There was no need. There was plenty of space around her, which he found when he brushed past her to demonstrate his manliness by quickly downing his non-alcoholic beverage and slamming the container onto the bar. Angel tried really hard not to laugh.
“If I was a prince, I don’t think it’s all that charming. It’s more being a victim to a society.”
And then, he stormed his royal butt out of the mess hall. "Me thinks he doth protest too much," Angel said. She walked over to the bar and picked up his glass and cleaned the spatter that had resulted from the forceful placement. She stepped behind the bar and pulled out an air freshener and sprayed it judiciously throughout the bar. Several patrons applauded.
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"If you'd have said 'performer', I'd have complimented you on your alliteration," Angel quipped to Cliff as she watched Alonsoy scowl at the replicator.
"It's human nature to forget especially when you've had a busy day. We've already been on a few red alerts recently."
Turning on her heel, she faced Cliff. "Ah, the old 'I was busy' excuse." She rolled her eyes and threw a hand into the air. "Some get away with that all the time. You think I can? 'I'm sorry I burned your meal, I was busy. I'm sorry there's no more soup, I was busy'." She snorted. "You think anyone would buy it?" Pointing her finger at Alonsoy, she said, "if he wants to eat in here, he can clean up and-"
"And I don't believe 'humperdink' is any right way of being polite regardless of how he is dressed or how he acts. You're both Ensigns, you can at least use his name properly or doesn't Starfleet teach that at the Academy?"
Both eyebrows raised. "Who are you to talk? You didn't attend the Academy, now, did you?"
“I am off duty. It is a yellow alert. It is a mess hall. YOU are on duty. You are on duty. This is your station. THAT’S your replicator, your responsibility!"
"Fine," Angel said, turning quickly to face the irate Ensign. She tapped the air above her combadge, pretending. "Ensign Arison to Engineering. Ensign Hamlet broke the replicator, but he's too busy to bother contacting you..."
"Perhaps you could call an Engineer anyway, Miss Arison. That way, Mr. Alonsoy can go grab a shower and a fresh uniform and he won't jeopardise anymore surfaces and delicate noses. If he is quick and efficient, I'm sure he'll find his snack waiting for him when he comes back if he has the time for it."
"Who are you," she asked Cliff over her shoulder. "Last I checked you were the party planner. This..." She pointed at Alonsoy, "...is no party."
“Listen, Ensign!”
She gave Alonsoy a patronizing smile. This should be good.
“Cliff is right. We are Ensigns. One pip officers. See? It is a pip and not a stupid crown! Now, excuse me, I am going to listen to Cliff…”
Waiting, she tapped a toe inside of her shoe.
“Get out of my way.”
There was no need. There was plenty of space around her, which he found when he brushed past her to demonstrate his manliness by quickly downing his non-alcoholic beverage and slamming the container onto the bar. Angel tried really hard not to laugh.
“If I was a prince, I don’t think it’s all that charming. It’s more being a victim to a society.”
And then, he stormed his royal butt out of the mess hall. "Me thinks he doth protest too much," Angel said. She walked over to the bar and picked up his glass and cleaned the spatter that had resulted from the forceful placement. She stepped behind the bar and pulled out an air freshener and sprayed it judiciously throughout the bar. Several patrons applauded.
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