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Brynley
“Do you really wanna know if I have a keychain on my keyring or is that just the excuse you’re using to call and check in on your mom?” Puppet Boy mirthfully investigates.
“It can be both.”
“But is it?”
Slowly turning the keychain rack in the giftshop occurs at the time I cheekily confess, “It is.”
“Sure, sure,” J.T. arrogantly chuckles. “No, I don’t currently have a keychain on my keyring, which could be because the only thing on it is a key to my personal P.O. Box given that everything else in my life is digitally operating on everything from keypads to biometrics-”
“You really do work for Starfleet.”
“-and Lauren’s completely fine.”
My finger’s actions momentarily pause to ensure hearing the details of his status report has all my attention.
“Her and Clark are watching ER together. They…clearly didn’t need me there.”
His implication gets a small giggle out of me.
Yeah.
They’re definitely banging.
Why hasn’t she told me yet?
Not entirely sure.
Maybe she thinks it doesn’t need to be said?
Maybe she doesn’t want her boss aka my boyfriend finding out?
Maybe it’s super new and she doesn’t wanna jinx it?
Whatever the case or cause I’m going to assume it’s a good one until told otherwise.
But for the captain’s log?
I like Clark.
And I like him even more knowing the aquarium on the property is properly nurtured by him.
“There have been no disturbance reports from security, so let go.” His pause is brief. “Relax. Enjoy your night out like you’re at Ten Forward.”
“I would kill to work at a place like that.”
“You’d be a much hotter bartender than Whoopie Goldberg was.”
“Compliment accepted.” Wes’s displeased grumbling causes an eye roll and the resuming of my perusing. “And what exactly are you up to tonight, Commander Riker?”
“Enjoying a glass of our company’s product.”
All of a sudden, a faint, female voice says something in the background prompting me to inquire, “Alone?”
A long, silent lull precedes a practically whispered, “God I hope not…”
“Take it up to Warp 2 or 3,” I playfully encourage. “But don’t do it in Wes’s office. That’s one of our spots.”
