<USS Avalon> Late for Work

by Lt's Jericho, Praeter, and Maeveen
 
 
 
Maeveen bolted down the hall, untied hair flying out behind him, pocket watch 
half hanging from his vest pocket, a tribute to the mildly panicked expression 
on his face as he found himself late, once again, to his shift in engineering. 
 
 Totally unprepared for the notice of the schedule change that had placed 
him on Gamma shift as opposed to Alfa, he'd barely had time to dress himself, 
let alone spruce up before work. However, there was no time to dwell on that 
now as he was already five minutes late, which was, fortunately, not much later 
than he usually arrived.
 
" I am so very, very sorry." he announced as he half stumbled into the room, 
his shoe having come untied in his haste. 

 
"Whoa, stop. Breathe," A tall, dark haired and well tanned man smiled. "It's 
okay. The boss is down below with the away team, and we're pretty much caught 
up in here. Catch your breath and tie our shoe before you trip. You're fine."
 
 Maeveen nodded mutely, kneeling down to re-tie the offening laces before 
rising and moving quickly, though not as quickly as before, to a 
nearby console. 
 
" I would have been here earlier, but one of my roommates tampered with my 
uniform, and I had to dig the other one from one of my suitcases."
 
"You realize that get up isn't exactly what you'd call regulation, right?" the 
man replied. "If we get a full dress inspection, you're going to get cited. 
Things like that reflect badly on the department."
 
"Lighten up, Jericho," a short, somewhat oily looking blonde man interjected. 
"It's not that bad. Besides, maybe he got permission to jazz it up." Turning 
toward Maeveen he asked, "You did, right?"
 
 " Ah..." He turned towards the other two, PADD in hand, a mildly guilty 
expression adorning his soft features. " Well... No. Not really. "
 
The two men looked at each other and just laughed. "You might want to look into 
that before the next inspection," the little oily one replied with a grin.
 
"Come on, Maeveen. I'll show you your workstation," the tall, dark one smiled, 
gesturing toward the interior of engineering.
 
 Smiling mildly at their amusement, Maeveen turned to follow the taller of the 
two men, making a few steps before stopping and casting him a bewildered look.
 
 " Are we acquainted, Sir? I'm afraid I don't remember ever having been 
introduced to you."
 
"yeah, well, that would be because you're usually at work when we're there 
sleeping, and the only other time we're there you're usually snoring. Bit hard 
to get aquainted that way, don't you think?" the short oily one replied.
 
 " When I'm snoring...." His expression remained bewildered for a moment 
before, in a moment of clarity, becoming a bit more serious. His vivid green 
eyes moved from one individual to the other before he spoke again....
 
" Which of you has been leaving the used condoms in the bathroom?"
 
"that would be him," the oily one replied, pointing to the tall one.
 
"Not!" the tall one exclaimed. "Seriously, who but you uses a condom to 
masterbate!?" 
 
"Anyone who doesn't want to leave a mess on the floor," the oily one replied 
seriously. "You do, don't you?" he asked Maeveen.
 
His brow furrowed for a moment before rising incredulously, his eyes widening. 
" Are you insinuating that I touch myself?"
 
"Doesn't everyone?" the oily one asked.
 
"Not since I was like twelve," the tall one growled. "Sorry, Maeveen. Praeter 
here is a little bit of a caveman. He's not so bad once you get to know him 
though, I swear. You'll get used to him."

 Nodding slightly, the dark haired young man decided it would be best to simply 
drop the idea. " Well, I suppose that explains why I never noticed a female in 
our quarters."

He looked between the two once more before bowing to them. " As you apparently 
know, I am Maeveen. What might I call you?"
 
"I'm Jericho." The tall one answered.
 
"Jaden Jericho," the short one corrected with a grin, knowing how much the 
taller man hated his first name.
 
"Just Jericho is fine," he nearly growled.
 
"I'm Praeter," the short oily one offered a hand. "The dream of ladies 
everywhere."
 
"More like their nightmare," Jericho snorted. 
 
"I see. It is a pleasure to meet you both. I'm afraid I've little skills as far 
as this ship's social dynamics, but I believe the proper thing to do would be 
to offer a 'drink on me' after work. Therefore, I shall supply this 'drink on 
me', if you are interested."
 
 Maeveen smiled at the two of them, proud of himself for having made his first 
step towards prominent social interactions with other males on board. 
 
" Perhaps you might explain the 'ladies' upon your ship to me so that I might 
better defend myself?"
 
"Defend yourself? Man, you don't want to defend yourself. You want to embrace 
them, and taste them, and reel them and feel them and suck them and fu..." 
Praeter rambled
 
"And do exactly the opposite of whatever this fool tells you to do," Jericho 
interrupted quickly. "Unless, of course, your goal is to completely scare them 
all off." Ignoring Praeter's glare, Jericho added. "That drink sounds good. 
We'll meet you right here after work. See you then." Nodding toward the nearest 
console he smiled, "you work there today. Catch you later."
 
Waiting until Jericho wandered off, Praeter informed Maeveen, "Trust me. I'll 
show you how to rock their world. See you after shift." Grinning excitedly, 
Praeter bustled off to resume his work, leaving Maeveen to his own.
 
Maeveen watched them as they departed, an elegant, if amused, smile spreading 
over his lips as he considered all that had been said. Turning back to his 
console, he chuckled softly to himself before beginning his work. 
 
Completely scare them off , he thought, now that's an idea.

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