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ten_fwd2015-10-02 12:26 pm
writes_with_digital_ink) wrote in ten_fwd2015-10-02 12:26 pm
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Ten Forward Lounge - OTA
It's been a long shift.
Very long.
And frustrating.
As soon as she clocks off, Gaila stalks to her quarters, strips out of her uniform and pulls on a dress. A Terran sundress, not Orion, because frankly, she's over pants and she'd feel undressed if she pulled on one of her tunics without pants.
She'd meant to sulk in her room and chill, but her room is small, itchy, and so she finds herself at the lounge. The lounge has people, but it's after the main time people are here. She can handle it.
And so, Ensign Gaila betIlley commandeers a table near a window, and flops over it. She'll get to her drink in moment. For now?
Flop.
Very long.
And frustrating.
As soon as she clocks off, Gaila stalks to her quarters, strips out of her uniform and pulls on a dress. A Terran sundress, not Orion, because frankly, she's over pants and she'd feel undressed if she pulled on one of her tunics without pants.
She'd meant to sulk in her room and chill, but her room is small, itchy, and so she finds herself at the lounge. The lounge has people, but it's after the main time people are here. She can handle it.
And so, Ensign Gaila betIlley commandeers a table near a window, and flops over it. She'll get to her drink in moment. For now?
Flop.
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