Post by Muse on Aug 15, 2012 14:00:31 GMT 10
Title: Problems with Puppy-dog Eyes
Rating: PG
Team: SotL/TI
Prompt: terrifying space monkeys maybe got loose
Word Count: 408
Summary: Space Cowboy AU: Miri, for the life of her, could not figure out how a man like him had been put in charge of her beloved ship
The first problem with Commander Evin Larse of the Seventeenth Adjunct Group, the current Commanding Officer of the HMS Askew, (aside from the fact that Miri, for the life of her, could not figure out how a man like him had been put in charge of her beloved ship,) is that he had an answer for everything.
~~~
“Just catching up with old friends!” He called across the bar, sloshing beer over himself as he raised his tankard in Miri’s direction. The…old friends…had tittered behind delicate hands, shining red lips curved just so as they fluttered and cooed around Evin, discreetly re-arranging their cleavage to his advantage.
~~~
“…Didn’ like th’ shape o’ m’nose,” Evin explained, cowed, after two bags of ice and pain medication. Miri, looking at the impressive shiner developing around Evin’s right eye, snorted.
“I’m sure,” she replied drily.
~~~
“It said to take a right, Evin. Right. No, your other right!”
…
“So, not this way?”
“No, not at all.”
“…We’re lost, aren’t we?”
“…Again.”
“…I thought you were saying I was right.”
Miri bit her lip to keep from shrieking.
~~~
“…And then, I swear it came out of nowhere.” Evin gesticulated wildly with his hands, his audience captive in front of him.
Miri raised an eyebrow. “You mean, hyperspace.”
“No, I meant ‘nowhere’, Miri.” Under the table, Miri’s shin received a very pointed kick.
“You seriously need to stop telling tall tales to the new recruits,” Miri muttered under her breath.
The next morning, her leg was covered in bruises.
~~~
The second problem with Commander Evin Larse was that, regardless of how much trouble he got into, he somehow managed to make the most mournful kicked puppy expression even as he came up with the most ridiculous explanations.
Speechless, Miri tried to make sense of what she was seeing. The inside of the boiler control room looked as though it had been ripped apart for spare parts, then painted blue, and then sent through her beloved blender (she would do anything for a milkshake) on “puree”.
Evin lingered in the doorway, quailing before her shocked impression of a beached star-whale. When Miri had made a complete 360 degree turn, Evin tugged at his shirt collar and coughed awkwardly. “Erm, terrifying space monkeys maybe got loose?”
~~~
The Problem—with a capital P—with Miri Walker, Second Commanding Officer on the HMS Askew, is that she fell for it, every single time.
Rating: PG
Team: SotL/TI
Prompt: terrifying space monkeys maybe got loose
Word Count: 408
Summary: Space Cowboy AU: Miri, for the life of her, could not figure out how a man like him had been put in charge of her beloved ship
The first problem with Commander Evin Larse of the Seventeenth Adjunct Group, the current Commanding Officer of the HMS Askew, (aside from the fact that Miri, for the life of her, could not figure out how a man like him had been put in charge of her beloved ship,) is that he had an answer for everything.
~~~
“Just catching up with old friends!” He called across the bar, sloshing beer over himself as he raised his tankard in Miri’s direction. The…old friends…had tittered behind delicate hands, shining red lips curved just so as they fluttered and cooed around Evin, discreetly re-arranging their cleavage to his advantage.
~~~
“…Didn’ like th’ shape o’ m’nose,” Evin explained, cowed, after two bags of ice and pain medication. Miri, looking at the impressive shiner developing around Evin’s right eye, snorted.
“I’m sure,” she replied drily.
~~~
“It said to take a right, Evin. Right. No, your other right!”
…
“So, not this way?”
“No, not at all.”
“…We’re lost, aren’t we?”
“…Again.”
“…I thought you were saying I was right.”
Miri bit her lip to keep from shrieking.
~~~
“…And then, I swear it came out of nowhere.” Evin gesticulated wildly with his hands, his audience captive in front of him.
Miri raised an eyebrow. “You mean, hyperspace.”
“No, I meant ‘nowhere’, Miri.” Under the table, Miri’s shin received a very pointed kick.
“You seriously need to stop telling tall tales to the new recruits,” Miri muttered under her breath.
The next morning, her leg was covered in bruises.
~~~
The second problem with Commander Evin Larse was that, regardless of how much trouble he got into, he somehow managed to make the most mournful kicked puppy expression even as he came up with the most ridiculous explanations.
Speechless, Miri tried to make sense of what she was seeing. The inside of the boiler control room looked as though it had been ripped apart for spare parts, then painted blue, and then sent through her beloved blender (she would do anything for a milkshake) on “puree”.
Evin lingered in the doorway, quailing before her shocked impression of a beached star-whale. When Miri had made a complete 360 degree turn, Evin tugged at his shirt collar and coughed awkwardly. “Erm, terrifying space monkeys maybe got loose?”
~~~
The Problem—with a capital P—with Miri Walker, Second Commanding Officer on the HMS Askew, is that she fell for it, every single time.