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itsjustlanguage) wrote2015-01-31 10:33 pm
itsjustlanguage) wrote2015-01-31 10:33 pm
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Hoshi's Quarters, San Francisco, The Wee Early Hours of Saturday
Hoshi was just getting back to her apartment. She was still wearing the clothes she left in the night before when she headed to the night club, minus the heels she was carrying in her left hand. She winced as she got a glimpse of her messy hair in her reflection. She probably could have spent a few more minutes fixing it, but she had been pretty eager to leave that guy's house when she realized how bad a conversationalist he was out of bed. Besides, no one was going to see her…
Except for Captain Archer, who was waiting outside her door with Porthos. "I was going to see if you wanted to come to the park with us, but it looks like you've had a late night," he said, taking in her appearance. "I probably should have called first."
"Yeah, you should have," said Hoshi, focusing on unlocking her door so she didn't have to look Archer in the face. Opening the door, she stepped inside and tossed her shoes aside. She groaned when she noticed Four-Dee moving in circles and beeping continuously as if the mouse droid was voicing its displeasure with her absence.
"You can join us another time, then," said Archer, taking a tighter grip on the dog's leash as he turned to leave. "Get some rest. We'll talk later. And we really do need to talk about what you're doing with your life right now."
Except for Captain Archer, who was waiting outside her door with Porthos. "I was going to see if you wanted to come to the park with us, but it looks like you've had a late night," he said, taking in her appearance. "I probably should have called first."
"Yeah, you should have," said Hoshi, focusing on unlocking her door so she didn't have to look Archer in the face. Opening the door, she stepped inside and tossed her shoes aside. She groaned when she noticed Four-Dee moving in circles and beeping continuously as if the mouse droid was voicing its displeasure with her absence.
"You can join us another time, then," said Archer, taking a tighter grip on the dog's leash as he turned to leave. "Get some rest. We'll talk later. And we really do need to talk about what you're doing with your life right now."