Off-Duty Damage Control

"I quite enjoy drunk Klingons," T'Pren admitted with a grin. She put her pale arms back behind her head as a pillow. "I don't know if I have the festive endurance for days of partying. Although I did love some of the longer Betazoid festivals as a child." And then she laughed. "But I imagine they're very different for adults."

"Indeed," she said.

There was a long silence that followed.

Tal'Ara laid down in the grass, and closed her eyes. The artificial sun felt comforting on her skin.

Tal'Ara opened her eyes and said with a smile, "Anytime."

She closed her eyes again as T'Pren left the holodeck.

In the silence that followed, T'Pren let out a long sigh and climbed to her feet. "I have a Phylosian genetic sample calling my name. I should do what I can on it before tomorrow." She dusted herself off and glanced down at the Romulan, really studying her face now that she had her eyes closed. "Thank you for keeping me company. I desperately needed it."