Montgomery Scott is a miracle worker (warp_speed) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-03-19 03:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gaila, james kirk, montgomery scott, nyota uhura, varric tethras |
Sometimes Nyota thought everyone in the world was a f**king retard
Who: Uhura, Scotty, Kirk, Gaila
What: Drinkies! Gaila's real first name? Gets dropped in this log. Also? Hot ninja woman.
When: Sometime after Scotty's phone call to Kirk. Same day.
Where: Mad Dogs
Rating: PG-13, language
Status: Complete
Nyota loved Gaila, but every once in a while she needed to remind herself of that fact. The girl was (surprise) in love with a man she had known for little over a week. So, like a good best friend Nyota needed to vet the man. Which meant meeting him at some shady dive bar. It wasn't really Nyota's style, but she'd do pretty much anything for her friend. Lord knew Gaila was basically the only friend she had anymore.
With a sigh Nyota pushed back her hair to steady herself before making her way into the bar. She went straight for the bar and ordered a cosmopolitan to make her feel a little more comfortable with her surroundings.
Cass would dispute the fact that she'd only known him a week. She'd known him at least two, and been in regular contact with him for several months via her job at the Mad Dogs and Englishmen. The love thing, however, was recent. She'd even managed to hold off from any funtime sexiness for most of that week, a new record for her. She'd finished stress testing her work on the robot, and then quickly showered -again-. Then she'd ordered Scotty to the bar, for refreshment. Mentioning nothing of her friend. No way in hell. Some things were better left to surprise!
The man at the bar was fairly short, his shirt open, exposing quite a bit of luxurious chest hair. He gave the woman a friendly smily and mixed her up the drink, "Welcome to Mad Dogs, I'm Varric. Its a lot nicer than the decor might hint at." He winked.
Nyota let out a breath through her nose to show she was unimpressed and amused at the same time. "Yeah. We'll see about that. Thanks, keep the change." She placed her money on the table and turned around in the barstool with drink in hand to watch the door and check out the other patrons.
A certain Scottish someone has no idea that he is being vetted or taken to the vet or anything out of the ordinary is happening, besides drinks. He too, luckily was mostly grease free, though a couple of last minute tinkers on the battle robot, meant he wasn't exactly squeaky clean either. It's also not like he was having his arm twisted off to go to the pub, so being ordered to go there? Really? Not necessary! He was practically jogging there for a drink, and left Cassie in the DUST. Scoooooootch tiiiiiiiime. That door? Is getting thrown open.
Varric tilted his head, then shrugged. She'd either see the charm and stick around, or she won't. He just hoped a bunch of little people didn't come riding through on great big great danes, and it would be a peaceful evening of drinking, joking and maybe a little storytelling.
Cass shook her head, following along with Clitty yapping at her heels. Varric didn't mind the dog, she figured. She even hang back a little extra bit, to give him a headstart and first impression.
She'd forgotten Nyota knew her first name, and she'd neglected to share it with Scotty. Woops.
Scotty would insist he won that race fair and bloody square. He's slightly smudgy with a lone black mark on one cheek, and luckily was wearing plain old khaki pants and a black t-shirt. Very nondescript, very boring, quite plain. The person wearing it though, was very sharp eyed and looked like he probably had several ferrets powering running wheels in his mind, and all of those ferrets were high on crack. There he goes, to the bar, and he's got his elbows up on it, so he can look down at Varric.
"Hellooooo there, Short n' Hairy. I'd like a scotch an'...some sort of fruity girl drink for the lass. She'll be along shortly, as she lost the bloody race here," Scotty was saying, with pride.
Varric gave Scotty a grin, "Tinker! I was beginning to think I'd never see you again." He had the scotch ready as soon as the man had walked in the door, and slid it across to him, "You're in a very good mood. Care to share the sordid details?"
Nyota spotted Scotty when he approached the bar and gave him a good look over. She wasn't entirely sure if it was Gaila's man, but she figured he probably was since he was ordering a fruity drink. Okay, so he didn't look that bad. He could maybe even be fairly attractive if he decided to dress a little better. As it were Nyota was already waaaay overdressed for the bar in a tight red dress that she wore to clubs. This? Was not a club.
A pair of middle aged women at one table, lifted their glasses in appreciation to Nyota. They knew class when they saw it. Which begs to reason why they slummed here.
"Nae, I dunnae want to share any details, sorry. Ye got a great imagination, laddie, ye best use it," Scotty replied, and then glanced at Uhura and gave her a smile, before looking back toward the door to see if Cass was there yet. So slow. Though the girl at the bar was pretty, too. She had a neck like a giraffe. It was rather nice. That's as far as his assessment went. Be glad he didn't say it, outloud.
A white scottish terrier tore into the bar, leaping up into Scotty and trying to get at the scotch as if is life depended on it. Cass came running in shortly after him, "Clitty! Calm down!" She was wearing jeans and a shirt, and dressed much more appropriately for the bar than her friend. When she spotted Uhura she wave a little wave and ran over, "Hey! Have trouble finding the place?"
"Nae, his name's Pissy, not...ugh...worst doggie name, ever," he grouched, trying to hold the dog under one arm, and save his drink at the same time. That, and....oh, they knew eachother? Well that was unexpected. Super omega what face? Happening now. He's even going to be quiet.
Nyota couldn't help the facepalm that happened when Gaila said the dog's name. Clitty? Seriously? Sometimes Nyota thought everyone in the world was a fucking retard, but then she reminded herself that her therapist said she needed to tone down the superiority complex she apparently had. Whatever. Nyota placed the drink aside and stood to greet Gaila.
"It wasn't hard to find." She pulled Gaila into a hug and then turned to take a look at Scotty. "That's him?"
Clitty was a perfectly good name for a dog. She'd read it in a book. A very funny book about 30s movie actresses with a lot of really bad language an a man who shot ping pong balls out of places, but a good book none-the-less. She hugged Uhura back and nodded, her eyes gleaming with pride, desire, worry and adoration, "Yes, that's him!"
Varric, for his part, wisely said nothing about the dog's name or his opinion on it. He'd read the same book, and while it was enjoyable it was not remotely high art.
"Are you going to introduce me or what?" Nyota replied, the smile on her face a little less of an 'oh my god what have I gotten myself into' and more of a 'you are too silly for words and I reluctantly love you for it' smile.
Scotty was standing there, and had taken a few sips of his drink, eyebrows quirked upward the whole time. He sort of felt like a prized...bookend. Being shown off by sexy librarians.
With that, Cass took Uhura's hand and drag/pulled her over to Scotty, "Scotty, this is Uhura, Uhura, this is Scotty." She always left it up to Nyota to use her first name, "Crazy engineer boyfriend, meet neurotic but brilliant best friend." Only a little neurotic. Just a little.
The bartender had decided he was the sane one here. And he talked to his gun. He slid Cass her drink and poured Scotty another scotch.
"Oh, well. Brilliant. I'm the crazy engineer," he said, putting the drink down to hold out a hand to her. Good thing Varric was ready to give him that refill. Even so, Scotty was still surprised and a bit caught off guard, because Cassie had never mentioned friends or anything, and he was relieved she had some friends, at all. "Pleasure tae meet ye, Uhura."
"I'm not neurotic," Nyota replied, shaking Scotty's hand in a very formal manner, which was how Nyota almost always was when she wasn't drunk. "Brilliant, yes, but not neurotic. It's nice to meet you. Seems you've made quite the impression on her."
"Mutual, I assure ye," he said with a wide grin, one that had a slight undercurrent of sheepishness to it. "Ye dunnae look neurotic, either. That's more something that one'd expect out of a highstrung chihuahua. Really, Cassie? Neurotic?" He shook his head and made a tsk sound.
Friends and boyfriends were mutually exclusive most of the time, in Gaila's book. She nodded her head enthusiastically, "His brain. So sexy. And he gets this adorable look on his face when he-" She was interrupted when Varric knocked some glasses together, and shot her boss a look, "I was going to say when he's working! Little pervert." She said the last part fondly.
That's good, because Scotty's face had gone O.O at her, and he was quickly drinking his scotch, faster than usual.
"Couldn't resist, Irish." He hopped down off the stool and disappeared into the kitchen.
"Riiight," Nyota drug the word out feeling more than a little uncomfortable. She took her drink and drained it, looking distraught that Varric has chosen that exact moment to disappear.
Cass noticed, and hopped over the bar to take care of her friend's empty glass, "Its impossible to distract him when he gets like that."All your booze are belong to Gaila
"Thanks," Nyota told her friend. "So, why haven't you brought me to this place before?" but as soon as the words left her mouth, she knew. It wasn't exactly the type of place Nyota went when it wasn't for work. She wasn't a fan of dive bars. She liked the fancy expensive ones. So sue her.
"Ye dunnae look like ye belong, lass. Nae offense," said Scotty, and he sat the dog down so it could run around. "Yer just very nicely dressed. Aye. Whole other level of sophistication. Or maybe I'll let ye two suss out the reasons why." He went shifty-eyed, taking a long drink to shut himself up. For once!
Cass pushed the drink over to Nyota and gave her a friendly smile, "Its a bit below your pay grade, hon. I know that. The bar fights are less common than you'd think. The best times are when Varric tells a story."
Varric swung back out of the kitchen carrying several plates of chipsfries, "On the house, courtesy of Joe."
"Oh, come on. I'm not that stuck up." She was. "I could like this place." She took another look around the room and shrugged. No, not unless she was very drunk. Which, at the moment, she was working on. "Well, at least I know where to find you. I hadn't heard from you in a while. You know I worry." Yes, she sounded like a mother, but Nyota had to be the one to look out for everyone. It was in the job description.
"Who's Joe?" she asked.
"Joe's our cook, Uptown," Varric replied. She was also one of the few people he called by name. Go figure. He shoo'd Gaila away from the bar and stepped back onto his stepstool. The woman hopped back across the bar and settled between Uhura and Scotty.
"Joe's not the man I thought he was," murmured Scotty, remorsefully, into his scotch glass. Let it be noted he kind of gave Uhura one of those looks, like he thought it was funny when she said she could like that place, seeing as how she looked so OUT of place there.
"Anyway, what'd ye dae for a living, Uhura?" Because he thought it would be interesting to know something about Cass' friends.
"Oh. Right. Tell him thanks?" she replied, taking a fry and popping it into her mouth. She turned her attention to Scotty at that point and decided it was about time to play twenty questions with the man if he thought he was going to be dating Gaila. "She tells me you're some kind of engineer? Is that right?"
Gaila looked between them, like it was suddenly overtime at the tennis match.
"Aye, I am. Well, really just repairing stuff," he explained, briefly, and then looked back at her with raised eyebrows, like he was interested in her answer to his question. Smile!
Oh no. Nyota's life was not up for discussion. She wasn't the sort to easily divulge information about herself, but she readily expected everything to tell her their life stories. Yup. "Oh, you know. A little of this and that. So, engineer is it?"
"What kind of stuff do you repair?" Nyota shot back, raising her own eyebrows expectantly.
"Just repairing stuff?" Gaila rolled her eyes. If he wasn't going to brag, she was going to brag.
"Aye, engineer. An' I can fix anything. Coffeemakers. Phones. Planes, trains, automobiles." Still smiling. He took a drink of scotch, and smiled again. Then his head bobbed forward like...maybe if he kept doing that, it might nudge conversation enough that it might nudge her so she wasn't obviously avoiding the question. Here he goes, mister blunt. "Its not like if its something shameful, I'm gonnae judge ye. Though I doubt it is, Ms Uhura. Something shameful. Yer tae nicely dressed an' nice looking, for that. Are ye a ninja?"
Gaila twitched, "Robots! That I'm programming for you!" Her arms, they flailed!
Scotty just pointed at Cass like that, right. Robots. And he could probably make a robot ninja, maybe as her companion. If she was a ninja. He's just nodding some more.
"Yes, I'm a ninja," Nyota replied sarcastically, repressing the urge to roll her eyes. "Robots? Wait. Hold on," yes, she could cling onto the robot part and keep Scotty off her own story. "You make robots? Like the japanese dancing robots or what?"
"Oh, that's BRILLIANT, yer a NINJA," he said, looking utterly impressed. "And, aye, like battle robots. With fire flying out of their faces an' chainsaw swords."
"Chainsaw -- " but she cut herself off before going too far down that road with Scotty. "Is that even legal?"
"Its for some kind of league, on tv," Gaila clarified. "This doctor commissioned it after she saw his work on a special car he built."
"Don't forget my spaceship, and lander." Jim Kirk walked into the bar. Most of the bruises from the fight the other day had faded, though he walked with a noticeable limp. Somehow, he used the limp to give himself swagger, "He's building those, too!"
The man came over to the bar, motioning for a drink and leaning on the bar on the free side of Uhura. He gave her his most charming grin, "Jim Kirk."
"Aye, well...building...and here's trouble," Scotty said. Then helpfully added for Kirk, "She's a ninja."
"Impossible. Everyone knows ninjas are invisible."
Nyota could do nothing except roll her eyes at Kirk's entrance. She also couldn't help the short death glare she gave to Gaila after Scotty introduced her as a ninja. "And I'm not interested," she replied to Kirk, finishing her drink in a quick gulp.
"Well, I can see why you're not interested," Kirk replied. "Being a ninja is a lot of hard work. All that exercise, training, and the always staying out of sight."
Hey, he wasn't the one who said 'yeah I'm a ninja' that was on her. Scotty whistled directly into his scotch glass and looked profoundly innocent. Or tried to, at least.
Gaila rolled her eyes, "She's not interested in you."
"Yeah, it's exhausting." Her tone was obviously sarcastic. "You should work on the staying out of sight part yourself. How about you try it right now?"
Scotty winced like OOOO PLAYA TURNED DOWN (right off the starting line!). Harsh.
"Oh, burn." Kirk snapped his fingers, "You're not much of a ninja. Ninjas try to not bring attention to themselves. You're way too classy for this place. No offense, Varric."
"None taken, Playboy."
Gaila, for her part, wanted to facepalm. So she did. And then added, for clarification, "No, I've never slept with him." As if she expected Uhura to ask.
"Well try not tae chase her off. She seems like a nice enough lass, Kirk," Scotty was saying, like a warning to not piss off the not-really-a-ninja woman. He decided he liked her, because she wasn't putting up with Kirk's bullshittery.
"Maybe I'm a new class of ninja." She shrugged and then gave Gaila a look. Why didn't she believe her friend? Okay. Fine. She could have the benefit of the doubt. This time. "Good. I might have to disown you if you did," she told her friend.
"Scotty already had his eye on you, Cass, and bro rule #1 precluded any attempts to get you into bed." Kirk liked Uhura too. She was interesting, and wasn't putting up with his bullshittery.
Scotty turned away a little so he could laugh his ass off.
"You act like I wouldn't have turned you down."
Kirk grinned at her, "Would you have?"
"Maybe. Probably. I mean yes."
"Not a good place for the conversation tae drift intae," Scotty said remindfully, once he'd stopped laughing at the disowning thing.
"Gaila!" Nyota exclaimed when she said the word 'maybe' at Kirk's question. She seriously hoped Gaila had more sense than to fall for that playboy act. "Seriously. Have I taught you nothing?"
Scotty had been taking a big drink and nearly choked, holding the rim of the glass to his lips, eyes round, and staring at Cassie like 'wut? nickname? huh now?'
Gaila turned the color of her hair and shook her head mouthing 'noooo'. She then tried to pretend it hadn't happened, "You've taught me alot, but he's handsome and has this..draw."
Kirk's eyebrows rose way, way up, "Gaila, huh?"
"Gaila, is it?" And Scotty looked like he'd been sucking down rotten lemon juice, instead of yummy whisky drinks.
"Uhm." Gaila picked up her drink and started guzzling it.
Nyota crossed her arms over her chest and just stood there with her eyebrows raised watching this all go down. Nope. This was Gaila's mess to deal with, not hers.
Gaila finished her drink, then held out her hand to Scotty, "Gaila Cassandra O'Callaghan, nice to meet you." She had the most sheepish grin in the history of sheepish grins on her face, one could almost sheer it off to make wooly sweaters with. "Well, Byrne-O'Callaghan technically."
"Are there gonnae be more names that maybe I dunnae find out until later? Ye know, I thought I should just ask, before yer classy ninja friend drops more name bombs?" And he took her hand and shook it, giving her a wry smile, like she's terrible.
Gaila shook her head, not trusting herself to say anything.
Scotty gave her a stare with one eye squinted up, like they'd talk about it, later. Now wasn't a good time. So he let it drop. For now! Dun dun dunnnn.
Nyota decided now was as good a time as any to jump back into the conversation. "I'm sure she's told you everything else. I don't think I have any more ninja bombs to throw at you, Scotty."
Gaila looked like she was desperately trying to think of something that could be a ninja bomb. Husband, check. Name, check. Mother is crazy, check.
"Aye? That's good tae know then, lass. Cheers," he gave her a little toasting of what little scotch was left in his glass, and then asked, "Now, we know ye are not really a ninja. At least tell us it's top secret an' we'll know not tae pry."
"It's top secret," Nyota shot back immediately with a fake, but pleasant smile.
"I'll want to pry," Varric protested. "I could write a story about it!"
"I don't think so. How about you just get me another?" Nyota replied, pointing at her empty drink glass. She wasn't trying to sound condesending, but she often did anyway.
Scotty chuckled and nodded. He didn't take it personally, but he'd gotten a good measure of her, and it didn't seem like Uhura put up with much sass unless she was the one dishing it out. "I dunnae think ye goin' tae get it out of this one, Varric. She's got a steel interior."
He smiled at her, though, to let her know the remark wasn't a negative one, but a positive assesment. From an engineer's engineering standpoint!
Well, Varric's Steampunk series could use a bitchy, high class woman antagonist, anyway. He dutifully filled it up for Uhura.
To be fair Nyota wasn't exactly allowed to specifically divulge what it was she did for a living. Sure, she could say she worked for the FBI, even that she was an FBI agent, but that almost always opened the door for more questions. Ones she was tired of having to deflect.
"She's probably CIA or something," Kirk quipped, then concentrated on his drink.
"Ahh, makes sense then," Scotty said with a shrug, and that was the end of that. "Fine then, lass. Keep yer secrets."
"I will, thank you," Nyota told them before returning to her own drink.
Gaila? Just concentrated on getting plastered.
~fin~