*makes her way down the corridor towards the Quartermaster's office...swipes at the uniform she's carrying*
Stupid burn marks...You'd think they could make these flame-retardant!
*glares at a couple of crewman that stare at her outburst*
*enters the Quartermaster's office and throws down the uniform on the counter*
*startled out of her reverie*
Ensign! You nearly gave me a heart attack.
*smiles meekly in greeting, trying to shove the vodka bottle behind a stack of PADDs on the desk*
*picks up the uniform and fingers the scorched area*
Um... wow. You really did a number on this, what happened? *blinks*
*eyes go wide*
*knew this Ensign was a bit of an... interesting person, but hasn't really had much contact, even in 4 plus years*
It's nothing to me. *flips hair over her shoulder, pouts a little* Just making conversation.
*inspects the damage a little more* Do you want a completely new uniform? Or would you like me to try and salvage this? *glances up* It'll be the same amount of work, so what ever you'd prefer.
Ma'am. *smiles, not exactly friendly*
Well, I'm not here to chit chat.
*sigh* Whatever. A new one, I guess.
*not here to chit chat, either dammit, but is only courteous*
*besides, is tired, has sore feet, and just wants to get drunk and hang out, not deal with snotty pyromaniac ensigns*
*opens a drawer in the desk, rooting around for a spare requisition PADD*
Here... *thrusts it in Hale's direction* ... it'll take 5 to 7 business days to complete.
Unless you give me a reason to be nice about it.
*stares at the PADD, then glares at Bella*
5 to 7 days?! That's unacceptable! Maybe you'd get more work done quicker, if you didn't sit around all shift drinking!
I assure you, Ensign Hale, I've only been drinking for... *glances at clock* ... about 15 minutes. That's only 2% of my total shift time. See? I'm still lucid enough to do simple math.
Yeah... ok, I don't have a lot going on this week.
*sighs* Ok, ok, fine; I can get it done by tomorrow. For a price.
*nonchalantly starts checking out nails, polish is starting to chip a little, would you look at that...*
*clenches her fists* ...A price? What do you want?
*studies the other woman, twirling a strand of hair through her fingers*
Geez, what does she have that I could want? Anything?
Um... well, what do you have to offer?
Smooth. Way to go.
*rolls her eyes*
You're the one who wanted to be paid, yet you don't know what?
Fine. *reaches into her pocket and pulls out first thing, tosses Bella the book of matches*
*fumbles with the... what the hell, matches?!!*
Uh, this isn't exactly what I have in mind, sweetheart.
*gingerly offers them back to Hale*
How about... how about giving me a little extra in the next transmissions to Earth? I have a few personal letters to send, more than my alloted memory space can handle.
*cocks her head to the side, biting her lip*
Yeah, got more than a few things to explain to my brothers...
*snatches the matches back...what's wrong with matches? The cover's custom made!*
I suppose I could make arrangements. But the uniform'll definitely be ready by tomorrow?
*pulls hand back fast, like trying to feed a beaten animal, dealing with this one!*
Give me 24 hours, it'll be done.
*smiles* If not, I promise you can set my hair on fire.
*gives a genuine smile* Really? Oh! Can I shock you too? *bites lip*