Hang-over

[NDak 0]

Lt.(Sg.) Koshic N’Dak

Helm | USS Arcadia

SD 0410.08

 

>Begin<

 

Slowly batting his eyes open, letting his eyes adjust to the soft light of his quarters on the Arcadia, N’Dak suddenly realized that he was on the Arcadia.

 

A moment of mock-horror came over the normally settled Elasian as it donned on him that his last coherent memory had been…well somewhere on Risa…with…was it Trichon Light? Yes…or at least he thought so.

 

He looked down, only to find that he was only wearing a pair of the Tholian silk boxers—the rest of his clothing seemed no where to be found…except for the large “cowboy” hat next to him in his bed.

 

Shaking the cobwebs out, he slid out of bed and made his way to the sink to wash his face. When he looked in the mirror he nearly fell over…was that…yes it was…lipstick in “kissy” prints all over his face.

 

And as turned on the water…ouch…it hit him. The worst headache known to man. You would think that by this century some one would have invented a cure for hangover. He looked down as he washed the lipstick off his face, there was something on his arm…and it hurt like hell.

 

He blinked a few moments, then recognized what it was, “Oh good gods above…oy…”

 

It was a tattoo running down his forearm in ancient Risan runes—none of which he cared to repeat out loud. He really wished someone would have invited him to the party—cause he sure missed out on it.

 

The last thing he remembered was—well come to think of it, the last 12 hours were pretty much lost. He sighed to himself as he finished washing his face off. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the time on the Chrono and let out another deep sigh—time for work.

 

He slowly made his way to the sonic shower—not that it was going to do him a lot of good.

 

>End<