September 2nd, 2009
It was Monday night as well, and he was settled into the captain's chair shuffling a deck of cards between his hands. It would have been poker night, if everyone wasn't planetside. But now it was just him and a few straggling officers to keep the peace aboard a starship.
( 'You look bored,' an unexpected feminine, tart voice said off to the right of him. )
Character: Data
Fandom: Star Trek : The Next Generation
Words: 1,219
Prompt: Murphy's Law
- Mood:
aggravated