Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side - sim: Lost in Thought

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: Lost in Thought

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side - sim: Lost in Thought

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“We already agreed on six. You want to make me drink more, you’ll have to add something to your end.” Roman was smiling, still teasing her. “Like wearing it to bed, instead of just letting me see.”

They had not agreed on six, they agreed on however much she wanted him to drink, but then she had said till he was fully hydrated. But she wasn’t going to argue that point with him. His head hurt and she didn’t want to confuse him by arguing the point. Add something to her end..wait…what? “Changing out of it was an option??” Rand had not considered being that sneaky. She was going to have to think like she was making a deal with Randy. Her free hand tugged at the belt on her robe. She might have to wear it, but didn’t mean she couldn’t wear something else over it…she grinned.

The way she fiddled with the belt of the bathrobe and that smile told Roman he was walking right into a trap. He might’ve normally caught it right away, today it took him a moment of thought. “And if I don’t argue with whatever Elbbirt says, you lose the robe and wear the gown all night.”

Rand laughed, “Roman, you can’t go against your own nature. It is hard wired into your personality to argue with doctors.” She bit her lip and her eyes danced, “But sure I can loose the robe.” She had all kinds of things she could wear over that nightgown. The fact she agreed so quickly was telling.

“It’s a high reward.” Roman countered. She agreed way too quickly. Roman missed something, he knew it. “Nothing over the gown, Miranda.”

Rand flushed, so much for that trick, “And they said a concussion would make you confused.” Then she laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Okay, Roman. You don’t argue with Elbbirt nothing over the gown. And no passive aggressive arguing either. He tells you to do it you still have to even after he leaves.”

Rand took the PaDD off of the bed, and took the dishes, stacking them, and the empty water bottles. Then she sat at the computer. She knew Roman played classics and maybe he wasn’t in the mood for that but she decided to put on her favorite - Fall from Vivaldi’s Four Seasons. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and took his hand. “Are you okay?”

Rand

Roman squeezed her hand gently and smiled. “I’ll be fine. My head just hurts. The ice pack should help, I think.” He grabbed the fourth water bottle off the table. “Elbbirt should be back…” He looked at the clock. It had been way more than a half hour. “Eventually.”

~ Roman

Rand turned and glanced at the clock. Half an hour was gone awhile ago. HA! She was going to win this one. It was late afternoon now. Roman would not want to eat when the dinner tray came. “Yes he will, so…” she leaned in and kissed him before she got up. She pulled out clothes, not the nightgown, and headed for the bathroom.

Rand

Roman chugged the fourth bottle. Four to go. He felt like he was going to explode with water. Then he kissed her as she got up. “I’ll be done with two more waters before you’re back.” He said.

~ Roman

She looked back at him, “Roman you’ll make yourself sick drinking it that fast.” She wasn’t intending on taking that long. She wasn’t one of those that took forever to get ready. But she did take a little longer than normal, because she didn’t want him to make himself sick. She ended up just sitting in there for a few minutes staring at the wall until finally she decided it was ridiculous. He didn’t need to chug the water that fast and came out, wearing a long full skirt and off the shoulder blouse. It was comfortable and that’s all Rand cared about. “You finish those two bottles?” she was teasing and challenging him a bit.

Rand

Roman had finished a bottle and a half by the time she came out. But he’d chugged so much water, he was starting to really need the restroom himself. “You said eight for the day. I had two this morning, that means this half…” He held it up dramatically, “is the last half.”

~ Roman

Rand stood there looking at him, jaw slack. Did he hit his head hard enough to change his personality? What was going on? Then she started counting in her head, one at lunch, two right after, one while they talked, and then these two. That was 6. She crossed her arms like she just won. “Two at breakfast? That doesn’t count. That was before we made that deal.”

Rand