Lt JG Wil Ukinix - Shoot.... GOOOOOAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!

[Danny Lee]

((Hallway, Deck 4, USS Veritas))

 

Ukinix: I feel like I need a night out.  (Snapping fingers) Oh, reminds me, I thought of a joke!  From the other day, about us being in a turbolift?  “Three Betazoids walk into a turbolift.  You think one of them would have sensed it.”

 

At the sight of Blake rolling her eyes, a wicked little grin appeared on his face.

 

Blake: You realise out of the three of us, I can't sense anything, right? Your joke falls flat on it's face.

 

Ukinix: (Smiling) Ah, no it doesn’t!  “You think *one* of them would have sensed it.”  Just one is all that’s required.  It’s like that song, “One out of three ain’t bad.”

 

Before he had the chance to mentally pat himself on the back, a question entered his mind.

 

Ukinix: Wait, don’t you have any of your Betazoid abilities left?  Even if it’s only small?

 

Blake: I mean... well sure, I get the occasional, super weak whack in the face of empathy, but nothing I'd attribute to anyone else. I'm just good at reading people. That's not telepathy.

 

Ukinix: No, that’s called being a good bullcrap detector.  (Raising finger) A very handy skill, one I’d like to master.

 

Blake:::with a laugh:: Come on. We'll talk about it over breakfast. I'm starving.

 

Ukinix: Me too. 

 

 

As they walked into the room, he felt like he’d achieved something with Blake.  He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but whatever it was, it felt kinda nice.

 

 

[End Scene for Wil]

 

 

 

 

Lieutenant JG Wil Ukinix

Assistant Chief Engineer

USS Veritas

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