Post by louii on Apr 29, 2010 1:07:19 GMT -6
JACKED UP, SUCKED UP, CUT DOWN, THROWN AROUND
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Elliot Van Halt grinned, taking a large swig of the vodka bottle perched on his desktop.
It really was too bad that the brunette hastily grabbing her clothes off the science bench couldn't share in his humor.
She was raving on about how human relations on the Enterprise scientific laboratories were strictly forbidden and citing Starfleet regulations. Brains and beauty, this one had.
Elliot just leant back in his chair and grinned even harder. Getting her out of those constricting lab clothes had been easier than he had originally thought. A bit of charm here, an accent there and that girl was crooning over the Australian boy before he knew it.
As she stormed out of the room, brown hair streaming behind her, the anthropologist made no attempt to comfort or console her.
Nope, by playing this girl by his rules, the science officer knew that she'd be back in his bed by a week. Maybe a week and two days, judging by how angrily she slammed her security card through the door. Or by how she smashed the bottle of jack all over his prized artifacts. Possibly even how she threatened to castrate poor old El the next time he wasn't watching.
Elliot ran a hand through the now sweat laced mop of hair. Had the officer had checked out his facts and asked around, maybe she would've found out that Mister Van Halt was quite the womanizer within the science department and had regular visits to fellow colleagues in the middle of the night. Or day. Whatever time suited him.
Brown optics scanned the large, industrious laboratory. On one of the autopsy tables lie a partially decomposed skeleton decorated with jack and white shards of the bottle. The room reeked of alcohol and sweat, something Elliot had gotten used to over the years. A small window showed the Earth scenery that lay outside the glass panes. Somewhere, down there, was an angry corporation searching for him.
Which made him even more eager to leave.
Earth, as large as it was, would only hold off his father for a short time to come. The sooner the Enterprise undocked and shot into the stars, the better. Only then could Elliot finally settle into his studies.
While he stared out the window in his distracted state, he didn't hear the "whoosh" of the door indicating that he was not alone. Elliot simply lifted the bottle of vodka to his lips and took another swig. The alcohol would drown his worries, like usual. Numb the worry, the sense of being watched.
Maybe.