I. hate. you.

[Salir Julio 0]

The punch was... strong.

 

Salir took another drink. He instantly wished he hadn't. It burned.

 

Assuming that it had been, as he imagined, the work of his department head, he wondered what she considered to be a "well-mixed" drink. Judging by the punch, which he thought to be a few percentage points shy of jet-fuel, he could only assume she lacked taste buds, or that Xenexians had a higher tolerance to alcohol than most humanoids. Regardless, he really – really hoped he didn't have an early morning shift coming up.

 

The young marine officer next to him (Was he a Bajoran? Salir couldn't tell at this point.) was well on his way to a night of passing out just outside his quarters in the floor, as was the Bolian doctor to his other side. Both of them had started talking about things Salir didn't really care to hear about – women – and he'd retreated sadly to his Captain Morgan Jet-Fuel Punch.

 

"I tells you," the marine said wrapping a meaty arm around Salir. "That was the best demerit you could ever get..."

 

"I am sure," Salir said subtly removing the arm and placing it back on the Marine's own drink. "Well I am gonna...go...uhm... yeah..."

 

"Hahaha," the Bajoran laughed. "Nice meeting you, Purple..."

 

Salir rolled his eyes – men. "Don't trip over your ego..."

 

"I am perfectly sober..."

 

The purple-blue haired alien Ensign was soon out of site and mind of the Bajoran who went back to drink and womanizing with the Bolian. Speaking of Bolians, Salir nearly walked into the Secretary of State; only a deft move on his part saved the SoS from getting her punch all over. That would have been wonderful for his career... oh yes.

 

"Eermm....sorry....ma'am" he muttered as he moved quickly out of the way before she was able to get his sight ingrained in her memory, or the Harper spotted him.

 

As soon as he was out of the room he took a very long, deep breath and slumped against the wall. Great goddess, that was horrible. It could be worse, he supposed. He could have thrown up on the SoS.... or the Marine could have confused him for a woman. Actually that might not be all that bad. Wait... what?

 

Clearly, liquor was evil.

 

"Computer," he said, trying to distract himself. "What time is my next duty shift..."

 

"Julio, Salir, Ensign... next scheduled duty shift is for 0600 hours..."

 

"I hate you so much Odile... so much..."

Edited July 6, 2008 by Salir Julio