Randy

Janice Rand wasn't sure what the blaze orange beverage that Lieutenant Sulu had in his hand was. She was fairly certain however, that it was what caused him to be drunk. She was in the mood to join him in that drunkenness. "I'll have what he's having," she told the barkeep, pointing to Sulu.

"Are you sure, little lady?" the barkeeper said, wiping off a sweat circle from the bar. "That's a powerful drink." Rand glared at the barkeeper.

With a low tone that seemed to come from the depths of his chest, Sulu spoke up. "You heard her. A glass of the special reserve, and leave the bottle."

The barkeep looked at Sulu carefully, seeming to Rand to silently ask a question. The answer must have been an affirmative, as a glass of the blaze orange beverage appeared within moments before her. "Be careful, that stuff will really rouse you," the barkeep warned, before moving off.

"So, what is a nice yeoman like you doing in a sleazy bar in Little Tokyo?" Sulu asked, looking directly into Rand's eyes. She'd always thought there was something about Sulu. More than once it was his image that had filled her fantasies, well, that and her former boss, James damn him Tiberius Kirk.

"I just got turned down for a post at the Admiralty," Rand said, taking a sip of the drink. It had somewhat of a cinnamon taste to it, with a bit of apples and bananas too. "Damn that man! And he had the nerve, the bloody nerve, to pass me to the OTC Office!"

"I see, and who was it who turned down your yeomanly services to send you over to the Officer Training Course, for non-yeomanly duties," Sulu said, before taking a sip from his own drink.

"Rear Admiral James T. Kirk," Rand replied, draining the drink and slamming it down. "I would have never reenlisted if he hadn't invited me to see him at the Admiralty. Then he has the nerve to turn me down, all the way down. I'm horny, damn it!"

"I'm certain that something could be arranged to fix that," Sulu said, placing his right arm around her back. Rand suddenly realized that Sulu wasn't quite drunk as he had appeared.

"Your place or mine?" Rand shot back. She would have never said it back on the Enterprise, but now, well being fellow officers instead of officer and enlisted, it made all the difference.

"Oh, mine. Definitely mine." There was that deep voice again that tingled her body. "Lieutenant." Oh boy did it.