Beep, beep beep, beep.

As the alarm went off Fraiser Flynn leaned back from where he’d been peering at himself in the mirror, adjusting his hair so that it sat just right. He hadn’t really needed the alarm, but he wanted his timing to be perfect. He’d already shaved his face, so his skin was smooth and fresh. His uniform was on and fitted nicely around his frame, showing off his physic that he worked so hard to maintain. Not a stitch sat out of place. He knew he was attractive, if his face didn’t catch a lady’s eye then his body did and he took careful care to keep it that way.

He’d slipped onto the Wolverine early and a pretty enough Ensign had shown him around, he’d let her prattle on about things he didn’t care about offering his charming smile, the one that always won others over, at just the right moments to make her think he was listening. It was a smile that had very much worked on her. She had been doe-eyed as he’d told her some of his greatest endeavours. When they’d reached the door of his quarters, she’d looked disappointed that he hadn’t invited her in. He told her that he’d enjoyed her company, but he was tired and wanted to rest before he officially checked in, and maybe they could have a glass of wine later when he was feeling up to it. He’d see how he felt later.

Now that the Ensign had given him a feel of the ship and the people that lived and worked on board were like. He could then set his quarters up how he wanted them, and make sure his presentation was flawless. He’d pass his medical exam with no issues, he was strong, fit and healthy. He doubted he’d have any issues with the Chief of Security either. He was good at what he did, top marks at the Academy and a perfect record ever since. It was always the Counselors that annoyed him the most. They had a way of needling him, trying to get into his brain like they wanted him to fail, poking and prodding at things that didn’t need to be touched.

Who cared about something that happened 6 years ago? Who cared his father was dead or his eldest brother was in prison? He didn’t and he didn’t see why Counselors should either.

With one last check Lieutenant junior grade Flynn stepped out of the bathroom and spying an off-duty NE Flynn approached her. “Can I just say you have lovely eyes,” Flynn said flashing one of his charming smiles, “Sorry I couldn’t help myself. I probably should have introduced myself first, I’m Fraiser. I’ve just arrived, so I haven’t really made any friends yet.”

The NE flush at the compliment, “NE Emma,” she said returning his smile, “Welcome aboard. How are you settling in?”

“I’m just about to look for the Counselor now actually.” He paused, put his arm to the back of his neck and looked sheepish, “I’m not quite sure where to go.”

Emma smiled, “I was just heading past there, why don’t you just come with me and I can show you.”

Flynn flashed her another charming smile, he always loved it when they offered and he didn’t even need to ask, “You’ve really saved me there if you could. Maybe once I’m all settled on board, I could thank you with a drink,”

“That would be nice,” Emma flushed and smiled before stepping ahead to lead the way. Flynn grinned as he moved to follow her, letting her point out various people along the way for him to greet with his charming smile, taking special note of the ones in his department that he would soon be working with. Hopefully with the company of the NE, it would make a good impression if the Counselor saw he was already making friends on the Wolverine.

After all, first impressions were everything.

Lt. (j.g) Flynn, Security