"I've got it!" Tom exclaimed . . . . "No wait . . . that won't work."
Chakotay had looked up from over the kitchen counter when Tom had made his momental exclamation but went back to rummaging through the pantry when it proved to be a failure. "Where the hell does Neelix keep the coffee?"
"Locked up -- you know --" he whispered, "the Captain."
Chakotay chuckled and settled for a Delta Quadrant Drink of the month. Taking the juice back to the table he sat down.
"Some boys club we are," Harry mumbled.
"They've been in there for three hours, talking about lord knows what," Ensign Brad McHale stated.
"Probably talking about us," Lieutenant Brad Dawson added.
"And we have as-of-yet failed to get one plan formulated!?" McHale continued.
"All I want is a picture of Seven in her pajamas," Harry mumbled.
"Pajamas?" Tom stated incredulously, "There are Five Gorgeous Starfleet women in there and all you're worried about are the outer garments?!"
"Well what should he be worried about," Chakotay looked at Tom.
Tom snapped his fingers, "Their Undergarments."
"Truth . . . or Dare, B'Elanna," Caffey asked.
"Truth," she stated and was greeted by whines. "What?! Do you think I'm crazy enough to take a dare from this bunch?"
"Okay, okay," Caffey quieted the circle of women, "Where was the most riske place you . . . pleasured yourself . . . onboard Voyager?"
B'Elanna swallowed and winced.
"Don't let my presence stop you, Lieutenant," Kathryn smirked and sat back waiting.
"Maybe I should've gone for the dare . ."
"Well?!" Raven prodded.
"Oh alright -- it was in between shifts . . . by the warp . . .core." B'Elanna admitted. "What?!" the group had broken off into giggles again, and Kathryn's eyebrows had practically hit the ceiling, "it was that damn element of risk!"
Seven stared at B'Elanna.
"Now I know why we've had so many microfractures," Kathryn drawled.
"You're turn B'Elanna. Pick your victim," Caffey stated.
"Well, Let's see," she looked at Raven who was, of course, staring at Captain Janeway with wide, puppy-dog eyes, "I choose Ensign Decastra."
"Woohoo!" she exclaimed, always loving a risk.
"Need I even ask -- truth or dare."
"DARE!" Raven exclaimed, jumping up and practically breaking into an Irish Jig. Kathryn laughed and pulled the woman back down, and giving her a loving hug.
"Hmm," B'Elanna paused letting the moment sink in -- she had everyone captivated. "How are we going to do this one? Captain? Would you be up to helping on this dare?"
Kathryn gave a suspicious glance, "What do you mean?"
B'Elanna motioned her in close and whispered in her ear leaving a desperate Raven waiting for her fate. Kathryn gasped and then started to laugh.
"As long as it doesn't leave this room, Lieutenant," she stated.
"Aye, Captain. I'm sure it won't," she smiled.
"Raven . . ."
"Damn, it's about time!" Raven was dying.
"I dare you to kiss the Captain," she smiled.
In that second, Raven had died and gone to heaven. Turning to her Captain she didn't hesitate a second but landed one lovely kiss on the Captain's lips. The women squealed and laughed as the two finally broke the kiss.
Seven stared at the two women, "Interesting."
Kathryn was breathless, blushing, and laughing as well. They had played similar games during her school years -- all in good nature. "Well -- you ought to share that with Ensign McHale sometime."
Decastra had a dreamy look to her face, "Yeah," she sighed glad she had been able to share it with at least one of the two people she had lusted after for the past five years. "Okay," she regained her senses, "My turn!"
Kathryn fell over backwards, laughing and staring at the ceiling. Silently her mind humorously stated, 'Weird is part of the job!'
"Caffey . . . you are the next victim!" Raven taunted.
"Oh god help me."
"Truth or Dare?"
"Need I even state my answer."
"Okay..." Raven stated, knowing Caffey wanted to do the Truth -- which, Raven thought, could be worse than a Dare any day. "Truth . . . here we go . . . . What is your favorite love toy and who used it on you last?"
"I refuse to answer that," she laughed.
"Nooooo!" Kathryn yelled. "Ensign Prillwitz . . . you don't have a choice in the matter." Kathryn had leaned over to the coffee table and picked up four pips, shaking them in her hand for added emphasis.
"Damn your rank," Caffey glared. "Okay, shoot. Well let's see -- it was with Michael Thompson in New Orleans -- during Mardi Gras. And it was -- well you know --" she cleared her throat, "anyhow -- he was wow yeah" she was remembering, a blush spreading to her face and she smiled as the other women giggled. "Anyhow, it still might come in handy for Lieutenant Brad Dawson!"
"You are having sexual relations with Lieutenant Dawson?" Seven finally spoke up. All of the women knew of Dawson. He was on the security team, had green eyes and jet black hair -- not to mention a body that screamed to be put on a pin-up poster.
"Not yet," Caffey grinned. "Okay, Kathryn Janeway -- get ready to meet your maker!"
Kathryn winced. Her time had finally come.
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