Going Stag

[SydneyRichardson 0]

Syd stood in front of a full length mirror, slowly French braiding her hair. She had on her dress uniform, ready to hop onto a transport and go to the Ball. Well, not too dreadfully ready perhaps.

 

"I don't want to go," she told her reflection. Her reflection didn't want to go either. With a sigh she twisted the hair at the nape of her neck into a bun, and pinned it tightly. She closed her eyes and whispered, "There will be people there. Lots and lots and lots of people." Folding her hands behind her and standing up as straight as possible she said aloud, "I don't do people. Not now anyways."

 

Behind her Rebecca scoffed. "You never did people. You've always been a freak."

 

Turning to her, Syd calmly said, "Thank you."

 

"You're welcome," came the reply, Rebecca not even looking up from what she was reading.

 

Darcy bounced on the bed. "Is everyone on your ship as handsome as Jack?"

 

"He's older than you, you should call him Mr. O'Neill or Ensign O'Neill." Gennie sat on the ground pawing through a box of earrings. "Are you going to wear any of these tonight, Syd?"

 

Syd sat down. "I'm not going."

 

"I like the pearls!" Darcy jumped off the bed and started digging in the box too.

 

"Don't touch!" Gennie shoved Darcy.

 

"Don't hit me!" Darcy shoved Gennie.

 

"Don't yell at me!" Gennie gave Darcy a harder shove.

 

"Fine, I'll go!" Syd yelled.

 

Rebecca sat there smirking. “You never did tell us about the other guys on the ship Syd. Do you have a boyfriend?” Her tone was mocking, Syd noted.

 

“You girls can spend the night here if Mom says it is okay,” Syd took the pearl earrings from Gennie, “and don’t wait up for me, I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

 

Darcy scowled, “Don’t we even get to say hi to Jack?”

 

“Jack is not my date for tonight. He… went off to see his Uncle’s grave or something, I’m not even sure if he’ll be there tonight.”

 

“Then who’s your date?” Darcy poked her annoyingly as she headed down the stairs, “Do we get to meet him? Huh? Huh?”

 

“I don’t have a date tonight,” she told them, giving them each a hug before walking out the door. “I’m going stag.”

[Travis Kroells 0]

::Slaps his son upside the head of you::