Fic: Tiny Spark (1/5)
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cloudydaiseTitle: Tiny Spark
Rating: Teen
Characters: Scotty/Gaila
Disclaimer: No, I don't own these people, although I am currently obsessed with them.
Summary: Scotty's drunken misadventures while on shore leave.
Author's Notes: Blamekh_mattie for this. She made me do it. Also, the title comes from a song by Brendan Benson of the same name. I feel it is appropriate for the tone of this fic.
Scotty found his way into a bar. He was drunk already, but locating such an establishment had been simple enough - there were signs. Lots of signs. And seemingly all of them directed him to something resembling a bar. On this planet, it was technically easier to walk into a bar than to not walk into a bar. People liked bars on Risa. People liked being drunk on Risa. What happened on Risa stayed on Risa, and etcetera.
But yes, he was already drunk, thank you very much, which hardly mattered. He'd earned it. He worked hard and received no credit for it. Well, a little credit. Well, maybe they thanked him occasionally. It was possible. The details of the past few months were fuzzy at present. But to be quite frank, he deserved more credit. Whatever he got wasn't nearly enough. Every time he managed to push theEnterprise
Never mind that. He had a good five days of shore leave here on Risa with the rest of the crew, and Scotty fully intended to ignore them all and spend every second with some kind of intoxicating substance flowing through his veins. Any kind would do. He'd never been to Risa, but it was a Fabulous Tourist Destination according to all the pamphlets, and surely they had an equally fabulous variety of alcoholic beverages. Why not experiment? Scotty was always open to discovering new and exciting means of achieving drunken depravity.
He ambled towards a barstool and clumsily sat himself down. He considered carefully the menu that hung behind the bar before making his selection. "I'll have an Enolian spice wine," he slurred to the bartender, who was blue.
"Beg your pardon," said the bartender politely. "I didn't catch that."
Scotty thought hard for a moment. Had he pronounced it wrong? It had seemed fairly straightforward to him. "An... Eh-nol-i-an spice wine?"
"Ah, yes," said the bartender. "I'll have that right up for you."
These bloody people. No one ever understood him. Of course, the alcohol wasn't exactly helping that, but still. Well, he wasn't about to apologize for his accent. He wasn't about to change it for anyone. Now that he thought about it, he could not seem to recall a time when anyone had asked him to change it, but he was absolutely positive that they had all at one point secretly wished he would, and he resented them for that.
His drink arrived. It had a deep red hue to it and looked frightening, but he was not one to back away from a challenge. He swirled the liquid around a few times before taking a hearty gulp of it. It was revolting and burned in a bad way, a very very bad way, a "he now had three esophaguses" way, and he would definitely have gagged if he wasn't so good at this. This, meaning drinking. He really was a seasoned pro. If there were two things he was good at, it was engineering and booze. And possibly sex, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd even tried his hand at that. Well, that wasn't strictly true. He'd tried his hand at it many a time, but what he hadn't done in ages was try his hand at sex with a beautiful girl. Last time must've been back at the Academy. God, that was depressing. He'd spent months upon months alone on a frigid ice planet with a... a... space monkey alien... thing, starving to death, by the way, and there were no bars he could have conceivably trolled for any ladies. Not that he trolled, or was one... he was very charming and handsome. His mum had always said so.
"Is that Enolian spice wine?" A voice, and it was definitely of the female variety, suddenly came out of nowhere right by his ear just as he was about to attempt another taste of his drink, and he started so much that he managed to slop half of it all down his front. Well, no one can be charming all the time.
"Uh, yes, it is," he answered, attempting to recover some dignity even as he used the sleeve of his jacket to dry the shirt underneath.
"I've heard that stuff is pretty heavy," said the woman, who was dangerously close now and named Gaila, he finally realized, and she worked in Engineering, and she was green. Very green. Similar to how the bartender was blue. Scotty thought vaguely in a distant and strange part of his mind that he woud prefer green, if he'd ever have to choose.
"If by 'heavy' you mean the most repulsive drink this side of the galaxy, then you're spot on."
Gaila leaned innocently on the bar, chin in hand, eyelashes fluttering. "I notice you're still drinking it."
Scotty noticed that as well. It was an automatic thing - there was a glass in his hand, there was liquid in the glass, the obvious course of action was to lift it to his mouth and drink it. And he also noticed that with Gaila's appearence there had come a sudden feeling of bravado, an urge to impress, to show off how good he was at this drinking thing, to prove to her that he really was a seasoned pro, and he would drink the rest of this nasty red liquid if it was the last thing he would remember doing that night.
He took another sip. This time he gagged. So much for that. He coughed his way out of it, pretending he'd had a cough all night, it was this weather, it was too nice for his liking, not what he was used to and so on.
Gaila smirked. His feeble excuses clearly weren't working. She cocked her head, and, ever so slyly, she reached around him - how the bloody hell, she wasn't even touching him, but still he gulped, all the bravado vanishing and his eyes growing wide - and she took the glass, now half empty. She raised it in the air, "Cheers," she said - wait, was she really, was she really going to - and then knocked back what was left of the Enolian spice wine like it was nothing. Like it was... juice, even.
She winked at him before turning and slinking back to her friends. Oh, it was definitely a slink. He watched her all the way back, and he could confirm the slinkiness of that walk. Scotty hardly knew what to make of it.
Good thing she's green, he thought, as he got rid of the spice wine glass and ordered a good old fashioned scotch on the rocks, putting in a request for a towel as an afterthought. Otherwise he'd be in grave danger of sweeping her off her feet.
Chapter Two
Rating: Teen
Characters: Scotty/Gaila
Disclaimer: No, I don't own these people, although I am currently obsessed with them.
Summary: Scotty's drunken misadventures while on shore leave.
Author's Notes: Blame
kh_mattie for this. She made me do it. Also, the title comes from a song by Brendan Benson of the same name. I feel it is appropriate for the tone of this fic. Scotty found his way into a bar. He was drunk already, but locating such an establishment had been simple enough - there were signs. Lots of signs. And seemingly all of them directed him to something resembling a bar. On this planet, it was technically easier to walk into a bar than to not walk into a bar. People liked bars on Risa. People liked being drunk on Risa. What happened on Risa stayed on Risa, and etcetera.
But yes, he was already drunk, thank you very much, which hardly mattered. He'd earned it. He worked hard and received no credit for it. Well, a little credit. Well, maybe they thanked him occasionally. It was possible. The details of the past few months were fuzzy at present. But to be quite frank, he deserved more credit. Whatever he got wasn't nearly enough. Every time he managed to push the
Never mind that. He had a good five days of shore leave here on Risa with the rest of the crew, and Scotty fully intended to ignore them all and spend every second with some kind of intoxicating substance flowing through his veins. Any kind would do. He'd never been to Risa, but it was a Fabulous Tourist Destination according to all the pamphlets, and surely they had an equally fabulous variety of alcoholic beverages. Why not experiment? Scotty was always open to discovering new and exciting means of achieving drunken depravity.
He ambled towards a barstool and clumsily sat himself down. He considered carefully the menu that hung behind the bar before making his selection. "I'll have an Enolian spice wine," he slurred to the bartender, who was blue.
"Beg your pardon," said the bartender politely. "I didn't catch that."
Scotty thought hard for a moment. Had he pronounced it wrong? It had seemed fairly straightforward to him. "An... Eh-nol-i-an spice wine?"
"Ah, yes," said the bartender. "I'll have that right up for you."
These bloody people. No one ever understood him. Of course, the alcohol wasn't exactly helping that, but still. Well, he wasn't about to apologize for his accent. He wasn't about to change it for anyone. Now that he thought about it, he could not seem to recall a time when anyone had asked him to change it, but he was absolutely positive that they had all at one point secretly wished he would, and he resented them for that.
His drink arrived. It had a deep red hue to it and looked frightening, but he was not one to back away from a challenge. He swirled the liquid around a few times before taking a hearty gulp of it. It was revolting and burned in a bad way, a very very bad way, a "he now had three esophaguses" way, and he would definitely have gagged if he wasn't so good at this. This, meaning drinking. He really was a seasoned pro. If there were two things he was good at, it was engineering and booze. And possibly sex, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd even tried his hand at that. Well, that wasn't strictly true. He'd tried his hand at it many a time, but what he hadn't done in ages was try his hand at sex with a beautiful girl. Last time must've been back at the Academy. God, that was depressing. He'd spent months upon months alone on a frigid ice planet with a... a... space monkey alien... thing, starving to death, by the way, and there were no bars he could have conceivably trolled for any ladies. Not that he trolled, or was one... he was very charming and handsome. His mum had always said so.
"Is that Enolian spice wine?" A voice, and it was definitely of the female variety, suddenly came out of nowhere right by his ear just as he was about to attempt another taste of his drink, and he started so much that he managed to slop half of it all down his front. Well, no one can be charming all the time.
"Uh, yes, it is," he answered, attempting to recover some dignity even as he used the sleeve of his jacket to dry the shirt underneath.
"I've heard that stuff is pretty heavy," said the woman, who was dangerously close now and named Gaila, he finally realized, and she worked in Engineering, and she was green. Very green. Similar to how the bartender was blue. Scotty thought vaguely in a distant and strange part of his mind that he woud prefer green, if he'd ever have to choose.
"If by 'heavy' you mean the most repulsive drink this side of the galaxy, then you're spot on."
Gaila leaned innocently on the bar, chin in hand, eyelashes fluttering. "I notice you're still drinking it."
Scotty noticed that as well. It was an automatic thing - there was a glass in his hand, there was liquid in the glass, the obvious course of action was to lift it to his mouth and drink it. And he also noticed that with Gaila's appearence there had come a sudden feeling of bravado, an urge to impress, to show off how good he was at this drinking thing, to prove to her that he really was a seasoned pro, and he would drink the rest of this nasty red liquid if it was the last thing he would remember doing that night.
He took another sip. This time he gagged. So much for that. He coughed his way out of it, pretending he'd had a cough all night, it was this weather, it was too nice for his liking, not what he was used to and so on.
Gaila smirked. His feeble excuses clearly weren't working. She cocked her head, and, ever so slyly, she reached around him - how the bloody hell, she wasn't even touching him, but still he gulped, all the bravado vanishing and his eyes growing wide - and she took the glass, now half empty. She raised it in the air, "Cheers," she said - wait, was she really, was she really going to - and then knocked back what was left of the Enolian spice wine like it was nothing. Like it was... juice, even.
She winked at him before turning and slinking back to her friends. Oh, it was definitely a slink. He watched her all the way back, and he could confirm the slinkiness of that walk. Scotty hardly knew what to make of it.
Good thing she's green, he thought, as he got rid of the spice wine glass and ordered a good old fashioned scotch on the rocks, putting in a request for a towel as an afterthought. Otherwise he'd be in grave danger of sweeping her off her feet.
Chapter Two
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Date: 2009-06-27 06:17 pm (UTC)Did you post this at
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Date: 2009-06-27 07:41 pm (UTC)I just did. I'm kind of freaking out.
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Date: 2009-06-28 11:48 pm (UTC)*BEGINS THE PARADE, REPLETE WITH CONFETTI AND NEKKID CHIPPENDALES DANCERS THAT LOOK SURPRISINGLY LIKE DAVID TENNANT AND SIMON PEGG*
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Date: 2009-06-29 12:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-29 06:35 am (UTC)X^D
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Date: 2009-06-29 05:17 am (UTC)AND NEKKID DANCERS THAT LOOK LIKE DAVID TENNANT AND SIMON PEGG? UM SIGN ME UP! ALTHOUGH, CAN WE HAVE A ZQ LOOKALIKE TOO, PLS?
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Date: 2009-06-29 06:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-27 08:05 pm (UTC)Can't wait to see where this goes!
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Date: 2009-06-28 01:47 am (UTC)slinking back to her friends. Oh, it was definitely a slink. He watched her all the way back, and he could confirm the slinkiness of that walk.
Excellent lines and excellent fic. I'm glad you decided to post :)
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Date: 2009-06-28 04:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-28 06:44 am (UTC)He had a good five days of shore leave here on Risa with the rest of the crew, and Scotty fully intended to ignore them all and spend every second with some kind of intoxicating substance flowing through his veins.
Yes! I appreciate a man who can drink in solitary splendour. I also like that clearly he can't have made it too far from the port entrance if Gaila and friends are in the same bar as he is. That's dedication - don't waste important drinking time on walking further than you must.
Scotty was always open to discovering new and exciting means of achieving drunken depravity.
LOVE.
he was very charming and handsome. His mum had always said so.
Ahahahahaha! Bless! And then the bit where he automatically keeps drinking the rotten drink just because it's in his hand - man, I've been there. Bad idea!
Seriously, this is absolutely wonderful.
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Date: 2009-06-29 12:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-28 11:49 pm (UTC)*SCURRIES OFF TO READ THE REST OF THE CHAPTERS*
ALSO, THANK GOD FOR
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Date: 2009-06-29 02:44 am (UTC)You are AWESOME at getting his tone and phrasing right, and this is a good example.
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Date: 2009-08-12 06:01 am (UTC)