[BACKSIM] Lt. Cmdr. Rebecca Iko -- And Bingo was her name-o
Rebecca Iko
Bec looked up at Annamae and got a devious smirk of her own.
Iko: Can we get a big cheer for Chief Annamae Barberra?
With the size of the crowd, a big cheer wasn't too hard to get. She only hoped it helped embarrass her girl a little bit. And with the slight fade of that admittedly beautiful wicked grin, it worked.
Iko: Rules of bingo are pretty simple, if Annamae calls out a number on your board, cross it off. If you get a row, you get bingo, and you need to shout really bloody loudly so we can hear you, alright?
Bec looked at Annamae, hoping that she'd explained the rules properly. Her girl nodded, breathed in, stood up, and then addressed the crowd.
Barberra: ::Confidently:: And I am your bingo master. My decision is final, so you better mark those numbers off correctly.
The crowd chuckled. Bec tried not to furrow her brow too much.
Marvoxx: Thank you to our Starfleet friends, another round of applause!
What was worse than Marvoxx asking them to was that everybody did. And because they were clapping for the both of them, most of the crowd had gone through the logic to clap louder. Bec caught Annamae’s rolling eyes, and rolled hers back, like they were doing some sort of ball game warm up.
Eventually, to shut everyone up, Bec gestured away from the duo to someone who probably actually could take the attention well.
Iko: Also the bar’s open. That's pretty important.
A Talaxian at the Bar who was more confident than Annamae and Bec combined waved at the crowd with a new bottle of wine. He also got a fair few cheers.
Barberra: Oh, and for those that like a drink and don’t have any responsibilities, if I call out a number on your sheet, big gulp of your drink required.
Bec gave Annamae an annoyed but amused smirk. She picked up her piece of paper and pencil from next to their glasses and bottle at the Bar, and gestured up to Annamae.
Iko: Take it away.
Barberra: Okay then. Yes. First number ::Operating bingo cage:: Oh, it’s a classic. Eighty-eight, destroy the gate!
Bec crossed off 88, which was second row, second from the bottom, and looked over at the bar, annoyed that each time she’d cross a number off she would have to walk all the way over there and increase her distance from her girlfriend by a whopping less-than-five meters.
Barberra: Number two! Or for any Bynars in the room, zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-one-zero.
Iko: You sure you weren’t missing an extra zero at the start?
Annamae took a small sip of her own drink before pulling out the next number. Bec smiled.
Barberra: Forty-Seven! The exact number of seconds before Commander Ukinix and Commander Hopper insulted the Paak after First Contact!
Then, like most times with Annamae, the smile was quickly wiped off her face and replaced with raised eyebrows.
Iko: Annamae!!
She couldn’t actually be mad at her though. More so the universal translator.
Barberra: ::handwave:: Eh, you all saw the news, I’m sure.
Iko: ::taking a sip of her drink:: Still…
((Hours later, Post Bingo madness))
It was probably because the pair were walking together that they didn’t end up faceplanting the pavement.
Okay, Bec had been somewhat responsible, considering what she’d done last time she’d gotten “properly drunk”, but it was still appreciated that they didn’t have to go anywhere for a while.
Annamae held her hand out to Bec, who gratefully accepted it.
Barberra: Well, that’s done now. ::relieved sigh::
Iko: Not quite as bad as we thought.
Barberra: I did enjoy when the Talaxian woman got bingo and stood up on her table in her bare feet, dancing a little jig while yelling “I won! I won!”
Bec shook her head, smiling.
Iko: I can’t believe you didn’t use your powerful bingo master privileges and read that last one as sixty-six instead of ninety-nine.
Barberra: And thank you. For.. you know... ::eyes up, left:: being there, and support, and... ugh, I’m not very good at this.
Iko: And for getting you the root wine?
Bec chuckled, putting her arm around her girl’s shoulder, as if to tell her “Don’t worry, I’m not very good at this either”. Her girl put her arm around Bec’s waist, and that was the moment an idea popped into Amity’s Security Officer’s head that would fester for many months to come.
Barberra: So... ::wicked smirk:: what are we going to have for breakfast tomorrow, *Lieutenant Commander*?
This time it was Bec who got a wicked smirk.
Iko: Are you too tired for chocolate cake and pikelets?
Hopefully the neighbours wouldn’t rat them out too much about it.
End.