taxonomites | 006: [Location: Hyperion Hotel] Like the Prom, Only with Legal Alcohol Supply

006: [Location: Hyperion Hotel] Like the Prom, Only with Legal Alcohol Supply

Party time!

Cordelia, clad in her chosen outfit for the night, made final rounds inside the hotel to make sure everything was perfect. The decorations were subdued and classy - thanks to both Dawn and Fred, and even the garden was opened so that those who wished to step out and inhale the fake Taxon air could do so. There were tons of wine, beer, scotch, vodka - and if Doyle's selections weren't enough, there's a hatch conveniently behind the refreshments table.

The hotel lobby was cleared of all the furniture, so that the mingling and the dancing could take place more comfortably. If people wanted to take a tour of the hotel, they were welcomed to do so save for three rooms: Fred's, Angel's, and Wesley's office. For not-so-obvious-but-quite-sentimental reasons.

[OOC: This party takes place after the Liar Liar glitch took effect. Mingle! Threadjack! Interrupt! Have fun!]

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Kirk nodded. "That would be the one. Nice woman. Very sociable. Don't be surprised if she corners you at some point. She seems to be doing that to everyone." He paused and gave her a teasing sort of look. "Just don't go telling tall tales about my Academy days."

"Oh, you mean the ones where you'd chase after me whenever I showed up at a party and bedded about half the campus?" she replied, giving him a teasing grin right back. "My lips are sealed."

His expression fell as his lips pursed into a thin line. That...wasn't so much of a tall tale. Chasing her was more for his own amusement due to how much it seemed to frustrate her and not so much something that would have Spock looking to do a repeat of their scuffle on the bridge. Bedding half the campus, on the other hand, that was...mostly true. He wasn't like that anymore, though. Flirting shamelessly was one thing, but sleeping around was another. Kirk needed to grow up. Better sooner than later with the position he was in.

"...good."

She didn't miss the change in his tone and immediately felt guilty for saying what she did. In all honestly, Uhura knew that he had grown up immensely since they'd first met, and her comment had merely been meant as a joke.

She sighed, resisting the urge to touch his arm. "I didn't mean it as...I was only kidding."

Kidding. Right. Of course she was. God, Sheppard was right -- he did need to relax. He was wound up so tightly here lately that he took something that was very obviously a joke literal.

"I know," he covered quickly, putting on a smirk. "I was just messing with you."

She raised an eyebrow, not quite believing him, but nodded, even managing a smile.

"Okay," she said, her shoulders relaxing a bit. "Good."

"I'm sorry you're stuck in this place," he said suddenly. As much as he had missed people from his time and version of the universe, he hadn't wanted any of them to end up in the same situation he was trapped in. "But, at least it comes with free entertainment. Much better than any jail cell I've seen."

Her smile grew a bit more solemn at that, and she looked at her feet for a second before looking back up at him.

"It's not your fault," she said, not resisting her impulse to touch his arm in an attempt to comfort him this time, though the contact was brief. "And we'll find a way out. And like you said, the prison could look a lot worse."

But it was still just that - a prison.

Maybe it wasn't his fault, but he couldn't help from feeling that it was his responsibility to find out the answers to how they got here, how to get out, and how to get everyone home. It was all part of that pesky hero complex of his, whether he realized he had one or not. He glanced at the hand of hers that touched his arm when she did so, but didn't comment on it. And to think that not too long ago, she didn't seem able to stand him. Amazing how things changed.

"Any prison that's without some big guy named Carlos wanting to use you as a punching bag is a decent prison in my book."

She couldn't help but giggle at that, shaking her head.

"If we happen to see someone fitting that profile, we can always use these," - and she held up her right wrist - "to get a phaser, right?"

Kirk nodded. "Technically, yeah -- or at least to get the components for me to build one."

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006: [Location: Hyperion Hotel] Like the Prom, Only with Legal Alcohol Supply

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