Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2014 20:06:32 GMT -8
There was something really wrong with the universe. One day he was in his element, busting up a gang of Romulans, the next day, he was there, in the heart of SGE's shopping center, following a little old lady while carrying her purse. She had slipped on the floor when the announcement came saying that the docking bays were closed and Victor had helped her up. Not wanting to cause a fuss, she waved off his offer to take her to Sickbay and instead handed him her purse and headed off to the brightly colored stores.
"Ma'am..."
She was speedy in those orthopedic shoes.
"Ma'am?" He waved the purse in the air, but she was already inside the "Teacup Emporium." Stepping inside, he looked around, but she was so short he lost her amongst all the displays.
"Great," he muttered.
"Over here, Commander," came the voice he had already committed to memory.
He hurried over, hoping she hadn't fallen again, and found a dainty teapot shoved into his face.
"It's you," she said.
"No..." It most assuredly was not.
"Look...it's smooth, like your head." She grinned at him.
Blinking, he shook his head. "No. I don't have purple paisley swirls on my head." He extended his hand toward her, purse in hand. "I think you need-"
"You need a new shirt," she said to him, taking him by the wrist and losing interest in the teapot. "Let me show you."
Out they went, into the crowd, and then back into another booth. "Not a chance in hell," he said at the rows of mannequins wearing what could only be categorized as disco-chic.
"You have to try them on," she said to him. Grabbing several items off the rack, she scrutinized him. "You're large."
"Yeah...and not even remotely interested in-"
"This one." A hanger was placed over his arm. She gave him a harsh look. "Now, young man. I'm waiting."
Victor took the shirt and entered the dressing room. "Roman to transporter-"
"I hear you!"
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"Ma'am..."
She was speedy in those orthopedic shoes.
"Ma'am?" He waved the purse in the air, but she was already inside the "Teacup Emporium." Stepping inside, he looked around, but she was so short he lost her amongst all the displays.
"Great," he muttered.
"Over here, Commander," came the voice he had already committed to memory.
He hurried over, hoping she hadn't fallen again, and found a dainty teapot shoved into his face.
"It's you," she said.
"No..." It most assuredly was not.
"Look...it's smooth, like your head." She grinned at him.
Blinking, he shook his head. "No. I don't have purple paisley swirls on my head." He extended his hand toward her, purse in hand. "I think you need-"
"You need a new shirt," she said to him, taking him by the wrist and losing interest in the teapot. "Let me show you."
Out they went, into the crowd, and then back into another booth. "Not a chance in hell," he said at the rows of mannequins wearing what could only be categorized as disco-chic.
"You have to try them on," she said to him. Grabbing several items off the rack, she scrutinized him. "You're large."
"Yeah...and not even remotely interested in-"
"This one." A hanger was placed over his arm. She gave him a harsh look. "Now, young man. I'm waiting."
Victor took the shirt and entered the dressing room. "Roman to transporter-"
"I hear you!"
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