<USS Avalon> Getting Drunk Together

 
 
 
 
 
Getting Drunk  Together
by Junior Lieutenant Phillipa Waterson and Cadet John  Forester
 
Phillipa had sat in the lounge, after returning  from Deep Space 9 and 
finding out the news.  She was out of uniform and in  comfortable clothes for 
once.  
She liked it that way.  No preconceived  notions of rank were here in the 
lounge.
 
She sipped her hot chocolate, recalling one night  not too long ago.  The 
night it all happened.
 
Heading down the hall, she had awoken from what  seemed like a dream, a dream 
that had her sleeping in the Captain's bed, but he  wasn't the Captain, he 
was a security officer.  She hated dreams like  that, and it was so real.  
Tears 
were streaming down her face, though it  was more shock than anything.  She 
wanted to make sure the ship was the one  that she knew.
 
She entered the lounge and looked around,  everything looked normal, the 
people were people she knew.  She wiped her  eyes.
 
A voice came from the table near her, "Are you ok,  Ma'am?"
 
Wiping her eyes, "Yes, I think  so."
 
"Would you care to join me, it's only Centauri  Brandy, but it might help.  I 
developed a taste for it during the  Academy."
 
"Thank you, but I didn't catch your name."   She turned to him about to take 
a seat.
 
"John Forester, Cadet."
 
She blinked, the Captain's son.   "Pleasure, Phillipa Waterson, Junior 
Lieutenant."  As she took the seat  offered.  She shook his hand.

Baby blue eyes beamed up into hers and  John poured her a drink.  Raising his 
glass, he said, "A toast: back to  normality."
 

"To normality."  She clinked her glass to his  and drank.  The shock of the 
drink too her breathe away for a second.  "Wow.  Good, but wow."

John laughed lightly as he knocked his  own back, pouring another for them 
both.  "So... going to tell me what's  upset you so much?"  His eyes danced as 
he felt the burn in his throat from  sipping his drink this time.
 

"Just a bad  dream, rather a horrid nightmare.  Beyond that, I'd rather not 
discuss  it."  Of course not, you fool, you had sex with his father.   She also 
sipped the drink this time also.  "This isn't Synthahol, is  it?"
 
"Nope, I think it's from my father's  private stash.  Being his son has a 
perk, I  guess."
 
"You're the Captain's son?"   Like I didn't know already.  And you guess?  
"Well,  welcome aboard."  She took another gulp and finished the second  glass.
 
"I suppose.  I don't know why I  was sent here.  Not like I knew him really 
well, I only met him at my  mother's funeral.  And then we talked some via  
subspace."
 
"He's a good man, I worked with him  since I came onto Avalon.  Whew, that 
stuff goes to your head, I better get  back to my lonely quarters."  Would he 
take the hint.  He was cute, and those blue  eyes.


Lonely?  John blushed but a small grin  began to spread over his face.  "Need 
some company?  We can finish the  bottle off, if you like."  
 

Not as  naive as you thought, Phillipa.  "Company after that nightmare would  
be nice."  Standing she led the way back to her quarters.  
 
Once inside,  she motioned to the couch, as she also sat, they had brought 
the glasses from  the lounge, so no need to get new ones.  She looked at his 
eyes again, and  then his face, before realizing it, she was kissing him, but 
he 
wasn't  pushing away, he was kissing her  too.
 
Finally,  realizing what she was doing, she turned and put her face in her  
hands, "I'm so sorry, I don't know what has come over me." 

Reaching  over, John lifted her chin up to smile into her eyes.  
"Loneliness?" he  said as he kissed her again, his hands stroking her face.  
Pulling back, 
he  shrugged.  "It's kinda catching."
 

Jump  in Phillipa.  Looking deeper into his eyes, she kissed him again,  this 
time with more heat, as she did she pushed him back on the couch, so they  
were stretched out.  Suddenly she stopped, "I suppose we could go  somewhere 
slightly more comfortable."  Her head nodded back towards the  direction of the 
bedroom.

He didn't need to think about it.   Pulling her to her feet, he was still 
kissing her as he walked them into the  bedroom.  His hands danced over her 
face, 
her neck and lower.   "Beautiful," he murmured as he laid her back on the 
bed.  Fade to  black.
 
She awoke the next  morning, something nagged at her, she rolled over and saw 
John, Oh shit,  Phillipa, what have you done.  She slid out of bed and padded 
her way  to the shower, her shift was starting soon, and with this pounding 
in her  head, too.

Shifting slightly, John frowned as he opened his eyes  blearily.  Okay, he 
thought, not my bed.  The sounds of someone in the  shower deepened his worry.  
She's not  going to want me here when she gets back.  Dragging on his clothes  
and blushing brightly, he tried to remember exactly what he'd done but the  
details were more than a bit sketchy.  He ruffled his hair as he slipped  out 
of the cabin and disappeared home, not even knowing who he'd spent the night  
with.
 
She walked back into the  bedroom after the shower, her head still pounding, 
the bed now empty.  She  sighed and her mouth made a contorted look.  "Oh  
well."

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