[USS Tempest] Drunk Tank
- From: TKilyle@xxxxxxx
- To: usstempest@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sun, 4 Feb 2007 18:12:17 EST
Drunk Tank
by Jesse Orosco & a Bajoran station guard
After Captain Craig and Chief Lynley left the brig area, Jesse simply stood
there, so close to the force field that he could feel the fine hairs on his
face stand on end, his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't move, barely
breathing or even blinking, until the Bajoran guard approached an hour later.
"Are you sobered up yet, Lieutenant Commander?" he asked simply.
"Quite." If time hadn't taken care of ridding his system of the alcohol,
the dressing down he'd received would have. "I'm fine." Fine, he thought,
except I screwed up royally and I'm getting exiled for it. Oh sure, I'm just
peachy.
His hand on his sidearm, the guard turned off the force field and gestured
Jesse forward, turning it back on
As soon as he was out. "Your captain said I could release you pending the
outcome of a field sobriety test."
Jesse let out a sigh. That meant right here. Giving a fatalistic shrug, he
said, "Whatever it takes." His captain had already chewed him out like a
first year cadet with a uniform violation. And in public no less. How much
more embarrassing could this get?
"Putting your feet one in front of the other, heel to toe, I want you to
walk a straight line," the guard began. He watched the process with a
critical
eye. He didn't usually didn't fee sorry for drunken brawlers, especially
Starfleet officers, and he certainly didn't feel that way now, but this guy
had
not only been particularly well behaved but also genuinely repentant,
instead of obnoxious or condescending. He supposed he wanted the guy to
catch at
least one break.
His head was pounding but the walk didn't require a concerted effort. After
the guard said 'stop', Jesse simply turned around, a 'what next' look on his
face. He was intensely glad that the guard was not the Bolian who'd
arrested him to begin with. That one, he thought ruefully, was one mean cuss.
The Bajoran nodded. He'd passed part one. "Alright, Lieutenant
Commander--"
"At least she didn't strip my rank," Jesse sighed.
All business, the Bajoran went onto the next step. "If you waver even once
on this one, you go back in for a few hours. Tilt your head back, hold your
arms away from your body, and, with your eyes closed, bring the tip of your
index finger to the tip of your nose. First one then the other."
Biting back a snort of disrespectful amusement, Jesse did as he was told,
passing easily. He considered himself a decent athlete with good coordination
after all. "Nystagmus test next?" he asked expectantly.
"Done this before have you?" the Bajoran asked dryly as he approached,
holding up one finger.
"No, just well educated enough and I ought to, therefore, know better,"
Jesse replied just as dryly.
"Right so then you know what to do." The guard watched as the Human's dark
eyes followed the finger moving in front of them. If he had been
intoxicated, he wouldn't have been able to focus properly and thus would have
had to
move his head. Finally, he lowered the finger and stared hard at Jesse.
"You're free to go, Lieutenant Commander. Stay the hell out of my brig from
now
on."
"I have every intention of doing just that," came the muttered reply as
Jesse headed for the exit, wondering just what the hell he was going to do
next.
"Lieutenant Commander, just so that you are fully informed, the gentleman
who was here with your commanding officer came to retrieve your weapon. He
said the captain would have it and that you could pick it up once you return."
"It's not a weapon," Jesse protested as he turned around. Like Lynley had
looked at him before, the guard's expression suggested that he shut up while
he was ahead. Still, a bit of innate stubbornness made him insist, "It's an
antique: a genuine softball bat."
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