PNPC Ensign Poagie- Reunion
rob mahardy
((A couple days prior in a small coffee shop on Deep Space 33, during the brief stop before heading to Lolagi IV))
Poagie sat in a booth facing the entrance. His annoyance manifested itself through the incessant tapping of his index finger against the rapidly cooling mocha beetle latte with Nausican yak’s milk and cold foam. The half empty cup amplified the sound enough that a few patrons kept giving him annoyed glances.
Good, at least he had company in his irritated state
She was late.
Then again she was always late.
He thought about tapping his comm badge to contact her but stopped short knowing it would do no good. So back to finger tapping he went.
Finally halfway through a second latte and after the couple at the table next to him departed with several dirty looks and a rude gesture, she strutted through the doorway.
She was tall for a Ferengi. All legs…which you could see all of due to the tightly cropped denim micro-shorts she sported. Smiling widely she looked around and when she glanced in his direction, he gave a small apprehensive wave.
A sort of squeal of excitement escaped her and she sort of shuffle-jogged her way over to him all the while waving her arms excitedly and making loud clippy noises from the heels of her American western style boots.
Poagie stood begrudgingly and was immediately engulfed in a bear hug.
Young Ferengi Woman: ::in a sort of southern drawl:: Ohhhh! Po-po, It’s sooo good to see ya’ll. I can’t buhlieve that we’ll finally get a chance to spend some time together. It’s been too long since ya’ll left. :: she pulled back and took his hand:: Yes, siree, this here vacation’s gonna be real niiice.
Poagie: Sure ::rolling his eyes:: real nice
She gave him a pouty face.
Young Ferengi Woman: Now don’t ya’ll be like that.
He exhaled and gave in.
Poagie: Okay, okay fine. You’re right. It is good to see you.
Young Ferengi Woman: That’s better. ::She tugged on his arm while turning and heading back toward the door:: So, c’mon now and show yer lil’ sis around that ship you’re on.
He looked up to the ceiling briefly, perhaps seeking some divine intervention. Looking back down he noticed pointing toward them. This time it was he who gave the rude gesture to a pair of Pakleds, who were leering at his sister’s behind.
Already at the exit, she turned back first winking and blowing a kiss to the Pakleds then putting her hand on her hip and looking impatiently at Poagie.
Poagie’s Sister: Ya, comin’ “Slow Po?”
Another nickname she annoyed him with.
Poagie sighed and began to follow.
Poagie: Yeah, I’m coming Gooba Jean.
He loved his sister but this would not be a relaxing vacation.
End scene for Poagie/No tags…but TBC on Lolagi IV
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Ensign Poagie
Science Officer
Simmed by
Lieutenant Commander Ian O’Connor
HCO
USS Ronin NCC-34523
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