Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2014 19:46:01 GMT -8
It was probably the place that he was least expected to frequent, but Virgil couldn't help but feel the need to tempt fate. This past month hadn't been very easy. Attendance at weekly services had begun to decline. Virgil suspected it had to do with his recent (temporary) make-over. And make-over was putting it mildly. He had found himself gifted a rather large pair of breasts at the hands of a baby-Q. Still, he was quite certain that he had gotten off much easier than Mac, or Ensign Warren from what he'd heard. Still, the only thing people seemed to do now was stare, point and go out of their way to avoid him.
Virgil took a seat and paused at the bar. He certainly hadn't stepped foot in the Pi since that day. Many would say that if he was smart man, he would have avoided it all together. Though, Virgil wasn't want to live his life a prisoner of fear. Regret, however, was another story.
As the bartender approached, Virgil asked for a double shot of Terran whiskey. HE could feel the pause as the bartender assessed his order to make certain that he'd heard it correctly. It only led Virgil to repeat the order once more. "Whiskey... make it a double," Virgil said a bit slower this time. As the order was taken, Virgil watched as the bartender went to collect his drink.
As he waited, he glanced around the room, taking most of it in in the periphery of his vision. There were some people staring in his direction, as he expected. Virgil tried his best not to let it get to him, but honestly, it wasn't everyday that breasts just spontaneously appeared on her chest.
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Virgil took a seat and paused at the bar. He certainly hadn't stepped foot in the Pi since that day. Many would say that if he was smart man, he would have avoided it all together. Though, Virgil wasn't want to live his life a prisoner of fear. Regret, however, was another story.
As the bartender approached, Virgil asked for a double shot of Terran whiskey. HE could feel the pause as the bartender assessed his order to make certain that he'd heard it correctly. It only led Virgil to repeat the order once more. "Whiskey... make it a double," Virgil said a bit slower this time. As the order was taken, Virgil watched as the bartender went to collect his drink.
As he waited, he glanced around the room, taking most of it in in the periphery of his vision. There were some people staring in his direction, as he expected. Virgil tried his best not to let it get to him, but honestly, it wasn't everyday that breasts just spontaneously appeared on her chest.
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