=/\= Outside the Ball =/\= Acheson finally attended the ball for real. No holodeck simulations of violence to disrupt these festivities were going on. He himself wore a dress uniform, rather crisp considering that he'd owned it for several months and only worn it once or twice before. As he stood there, waiting for an entrance, he saw the same 16 year old boy he'd retrieved from the jeffries tube. "Hey, what are you doing here!" he called out, with a stern look on his face. "Get back to your quarters!" The young man pointed and began laughing hysterically. "Look at yourself ... I've never seen anything funnier in my life. You look like one of those dress up soldier dolls that my little sister has in her simulation." His face turned red: "Let's go!" He walked briskly by, but not before grabbing the child by the ear and pulling him where he belonged. =/\= Ball =/\= Acheson walked into the room and made his usual appearances, saying hello to everyone in attendance. He found a partner among the Ensigns in the ODA and began to dance, very conservatively. His footsteps were almost impeccable due to the practice and the officer was clearly impressed: "You dance well!" she smiled at him. As he danced, he could listen to the words of the musicians singing in the background to entertain the crew. "You are as beautiful as a nebula, with eyes like plasma from the stars in all the universe. I will always love you. Though I may be at warp heading far away, I will think of you." He found himself chuckling. The lyrics were downright cheesy, but the manner in which they were delivered had a rather pronounced soothing effect. After dancing, he walked over to the bar and ordered a gin with synthehol. He watched the others and sipped of the potent brew. =/\= END LOG =/\= MCapt Acheson CTAC USS Chimera -- ___________________________________________________________ Sign-up for Ads Free at Mail.com http://promo.mail.com/adsfreejump.htm