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SciFiGirl -> RE: Star Trek: The Singles Generation (11/12/2005 4:17:12 PM)
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Ten Forward Lelandra Shell wanders into the party, looking absolutely stunning, per usual. Almost everyone is dressed in "civilian clothes" for this party, and Lelandra is no exception. She is wearing an absolutely gorgeous knee-length deep blue velvet dress covered with sparkling rhinestones. Her red hair, which is normally tied back in a pony tail or a bun, cascades down her shoulders in soft curls. She sure knows how to make an entrance. She seems slightly, well, bored. She surveys the crowd, seeking someone interesting to talk to, and no one catches her eye. Since she is a Trill, some people are a bit intimidated by her. Then again, maybe it's because she's the first officer. She leans back against the bar and surveys the crowd, a slight smile playing on her lips. A young man, probably no older than 20, walks nervously up to her, adjusting his tie. "May I have this dance?" He seems nervous and unsure of himself. Lelandra wonders how he got up the nerve to approach her. He would have been better off staying away. She chuckles. "Sweetheart, you are way out of your league here." He seems confused by that statement. He tries to be slick. "Well, you just looked lonely standing here all by yourself..." She cuts him off. "Oh isn't that sooo cute," she says sarcastically. "As if I didn't have enough of this in ... oh... junior high. Honey, you shouldn't be trying to fraternize with me. And even if I wasn't the first officer," she notes his look of horror at his mistake and smirks, "I still wouldn't be interested. Now shoo! Go away! Hurry! Go!" She waves him off as he scurries away. The poor kid is quite humiliated by his faux paus. Lelandra grins.
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