Fic: One Night In the Mess Hall
Author: Evilbunyovrlord
Pairing: B/7
Disclaimer: They ain't mine, I'll put 'em back eventually.
Notes: *shrugs* Would it be my story without cussing? PS- This one is all Lisa Countryman's fault. *hides behind a big rock*

Seven's nanoprobes were zipping through her body banging around like they were in the hands of a high-scoring pinpall playing god. She stood, unsteadily, and made her way to the replicator. Her fingers shook as she made her choice.

"Seven?" came from her left.

Jumping and smashing into the wall beside the replicator, her eyes were large as she stared at the half-Klingon. "B'Elanna," she managed even as her shakes continued.

B'Elanna drew close and touched the blond's arm. "Are you ok?" she asked concerned. "Maybe we should go to Sick-"

"Fine. Fine. Acc- acceptable parameters." She looked at the half-Klingon for a moment, bouncing almost constantly on her toes. SHe reached in and snagging a glass of something yellow-green moved rapidly back to the table with Harry Kim, Tom Paris and the Delaneys.

B'Elanna came up to the table to watch. Tom rolled a die before swigging his own yellow-green beverage. "Twenty! Critical hit." He rolled two dice with only six sides. "Twelve points of damage. Take that you evil snail bee-yotch."

Jennifer looked at Megan. "Next time we use your dice." She dropped her head behind a low screen and the sound of rolling chunks of plastic sounded... once, twice, three times. "Damn it," was heard through the thin cardboard. She lifted her head. "You have crushed the Snail God with your +2 Sock o' Doom." She stretched.

Tom whooped. "In your face!"

Jen smiled evilly. "What's that?" She pointed up.

Tom followed her finger. He looked at her. She sat back. "What?" he asked baffled.

"DM Shack just dropped on your Elf," she said. "Oops. My bad," she added insincerely.

Seven's ocular implant rose. "Perhaps my Dwarf Mage could elevate the Shack?" she offered.

"Who the hell makes a dwarf mage anyway," Tom grumped.

"The person who actually wants to help your idiot elf, Tom," reminded Harry. He smiled at Seven. "Just play like he's not here. Jen will un -Shack him when he's stopped being an ass."

Seven took a sip of her beverage and looked at Jen. "I will cast...she vibrated visibly as she uncharacteristically bit her lip. "I will cast Arousal on..." She peered at the figurines.

"Are you guys high?" B'Elanna roared. She placed her hands on the vibrating woman's shoulders. "Look at her! What did you do to her?"

Seven looked up startled and turned to the half-Klingon. "We are having fun. We are 'whaling on that Barbie bee-yotch and her evil snail minions and doing the dew.'" She looked back at the others for confirmation.

Harry laughed. "Chill B'Elanna. We asked Seven to dial down the nanoprobes so she could get the full effect of D&D night."

"She's shaking like a heroin addict then 'cause...? "

"Nectar of the Gods Bay-bee. Five hundred years, never finer," Tom said through a smirk and a wink.

"Please B'Elanna. You wanted me to spend time with other people and try new things," pleaded Seven.

B'Elanna kissed the top of the quickly moving head. "Fine." She growled as Tom and Harry high-fived. "But you guys are dealing me in damn it. If she is going to be Dew high the rest of the night, I want to be here."

Megan stood up. "You take my character. I have an early day tomorrow anyway."

"What am I?" the half-Klingon asked as she slid into a seat and took her first sip of the evening.

"Bunny-god minion. Like a halfling with ears."

B'Elanna sneered as she looked over the character sheet. "Bunnies, what the fuck is it with the bunnies?"