Zinda Blake (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lady_blackhawk) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} parabolical,@ 2009-05-12 15:35:00 |
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WHO: Zinda and Gul Dukat
WHEN: Late evening, May 12 2006
WHERE: Where Zinda is most likely to be found- a bar.
WHAT: History vs. the future.
RATING: To be decided
Unlike certain young batlings, Zinda knew how to pace herself when drinking. She'd been nursing her current drink for a while now, and losing at a game of pool against another patron. At least they weren't playing for money- truth be told, her opponent was mostly trying to hit on her, and she was flirting right back, even if she had no intention of actually leaving with him. Sometimes, it was just nice to have the ego-boost that a night out, dressed up in civvies provided.
Of course, there was a limit to how far she'd let someone go just for the ego boost. When the fellow tried to cop a feel... well, she wasn't going to put up with that. Before she had a chance to follow through on the punch she was getting ready to throw, he was shown out by one of the establishment's security guards.
The blonde pilot returned to the bar for another drink, shaking her head. "In my day," she said to no one in particular, "men knew how t'treat a lady." Okay, not necessarily true, but at least she got to punch the men who'd gotten fresh with her during the War.
WHEN: Late evening, May 12 2006
WHERE: Where Zinda is most likely to be found- a bar.
WHAT: History vs. the future.
RATING: To be decided
Unlike certain young batlings, Zinda knew how to pace herself when drinking. She'd been nursing her current drink for a while now, and losing at a game of pool against another patron. At least they weren't playing for money- truth be told, her opponent was mostly trying to hit on her, and she was flirting right back, even if she had no intention of actually leaving with him. Sometimes, it was just nice to have the ego-boost that a night out, dressed up in civvies provided.
Of course, there was a limit to how far she'd let someone go just for the ego boost. When the fellow tried to cop a feel... well, she wasn't going to put up with that. Before she had a chance to follow through on the punch she was getting ready to throw, he was shown out by one of the establishment's security guards.
The blonde pilot returned to the bar for another drink, shaking her head. "In my day," she said to no one in particular, "men knew how t'treat a lady." Okay, not necessarily true, but at least she got to punch the men who'd gotten fresh with her during the War.