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[nurse_cchapel]

Under Christine Chapel's direction - which was mostly a lot of nodding in approval or making a face if something ought to be changed - a small group had managed to make the largest of the ship's rec rooms look just as glamorous or fun or whatever as any Earth-grounded eighteen year old girl could want. Streamers and clusters of balloons adorned the

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[transwarp_beam]

"Nice party you've got goin' here," Scotty commented, toasting Chris with something creamy and green in a martini glass.

[nurse_cchapel]

She frowned, more than half enjoying the touch of his hand on her face. "Stop that."

[transwarp_beam]

He gave a resigned smile, unable to entirely suppress a moment of genuine hurt, lifting his hand away. "Alright then."

[nurse_cchapel]

Moving her other hand back around his neck, she looks down, giving her head a little shake. "The one time you listen to me..."

A beat of hesitation and then she looks up, kissing him full on the lips without bothering to finish the thought.

[transwarp_beam]

For a moment he didn't react at all, taken by surprise. After a second though, he managed to get his brain in gear enough to kiss her back, hand coming up to curl in her hair.

[nurse_cchapel]

This was absurdly pleasant, Christine decided, arms tightening a little around him. The kiss-daiquiri combination was making her head buzz.