Lt. Silveira: Thank you for the delivery.

[btv....@sapo.pt]

((Outside The Old Inn, Canterbury, UK, Earth))

After not so politely leaving the pub, Vitor and Genkos found themselves under the “warm embrace” of British weather. A nice, cold, rainfall. 

Vitor was about to reply to Genkos, but his nose began to hitch. He shook his head and raised his hand… But suddenly his head was jerked forward as he sneezed so loudly it echoed around the street.

Shaking, he raised his finger to the sky.

Silveira: I will be in the Sun tomorrow, just you wait. And you can’t stop us::He turned to Genkos:: Right Genkos?

Genkos, his eyes still wide with amazement at the sheer volume of the nasal evacuation, blinked a few times as his brain caught up.

Adea: What was that?

Vitor opened his arms in the rain, now completely wet.

Silveira: I am perfectly fine. I am balanced and can walk a straight line.

Vitor took one, two, three steps forward.

Or so he thought, because in the second he tripped on the sidewalk and fell down again.

He managed to get on all four before looking up to Genkos.

Silveira: It looks like we really have to take the proverbial rain check. Can you help me?

Genkos moved on, slipping his arm under Vitor’s shoulder. Trying not to have him lose balance again Vitor helped as much as he could. 

Adea: =/\= Adea to Artemis =/\= ::his voice was no longer slurred as he achieved his goal:: =/\= Two, beam us straight to Silveira’s quarters =/\=

Vitor shivered again, as the cold cut through his soaked clothes. His head felt like someone was playing drums inside, and outside of it. And he was dizzy as if his legs were boiled spaghetti. 

Silveira: Weren't we supposed to avoid that?

As the familiar brightness of the transporter beams began to surround them, Genkos winked.

Adea: I had to get you to go to bed somehow, didn’t I?

Vitor raised an eyebrow, smiled and shrugged as they dematerialized.

((USS Artemis, deck 3, Silveira’s quarters))

They rematerialized in Vitor’s quarters as he was about to reply to Genkos. 

Silveira: I am flattered, I thought I wasn't your type. But not tonight honey, I have a headache. 

Adea: Response

Vitor grinned and slowly stumbled to the couch. He managed to take off the jacket, tossing it to the before crashing on it. 

Silveira: Computer replicate me some coffee, strong. Hangover, strong. 

Computer: Acknowledge.

Vitor rubbed his eyes.

Silveira: OK Doc. I am safely back in my den.

I am going to strip, shower and have some coffee before heading to bed.

As he spoke Vitor began to unbutton his pants. 

Adea: Response

Vitor shrugged, as he struggled to undress his t-shirt.

Silveira: You know how much I lack modesty. 

::he stopped and looked up at Genkos, trying a more serious tone.:: Thank you. 

Adea: Response

Vitor smiled and waved, t-shirt hanging in his hand, as Genkos left. 

TAG/End scene for Sil

Lt. Vitor S. Silveira

Chief Tactical Officer

USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287

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