Pajama party
by Patty R
Rating: PG - no sex but very mild cursing.
It was a late Friday night and inside the Captain's quarters sat a small, giggling group of females that were enjoying a mad cap evening of an adult pajama party.
In the center of the mess was the owner of the room, Kathryn Janeway, sitting with her short hair up in two little ponytails and her whole face smeared in a green gook that was supposed to clean out her pores, she wore the cutest little teddy bear pj's and furry slippers.
To her immediate right was B'Elanna wearing a pair of long sleeved, long pants pj's that declared all over them: "Kiss me, I'm a Klingon!" and her hair was parted down the middle and held in place with a bunch of bobby pins.
Both the Delaney sisters were sporting silly beehive high hairdo's, football jersey pj's and each had huge pieces of cotton holding apart their toes while the freshly put on nail polish dried.
And last, but hardly least sat Samantha Wildman with her normally lovely hair made into a dozen small weaves which stood at odds and ends and her face was coated in a mud mask.
This was hardly the first time these gals had come together, it had become a once a month ritual since their last dilemma. Now after five months this group of females were able to relax and talk about anything.
"Kathryn," Samantha asked, "what was the worse thing that ever happened to you?"
The Captain sat there, twirling some hair with one hand and finally said, "One time when I was really quite young and had not completely developed breasts yet, I was asked out by Tommy Emerson. He was so sweet and nice, not quite that intelligent though. But then again, he was only 13 and I was 12."
"Anyway. We were going to a hayloft party and I had on a training bra. For what? I don't know. There was nothing there to train for yet. But my Mother insisted and I wore it. Wanting to add a bit more 'dimension' to my bust I used several tissues to make it fill out a bit."
A burst of giggles could be hear around the room.
Kathryn continued, "Since we lived in the country side, the idea of riding on a hayride was so romantic. A bunch of us, around 4 boys and 4 girls were on my wagon, watching the country side pass by us as we snuck little kisses to our partner."
"Little did we know that a small rain storm was coming. It completely drenched us. We all looked like drowned mice." Kathryn rolled her eyes and blushed. "And with the rain, there went the 'breasts' I had. The wet tissues lumped together and deflated beneath my shirt. Scared the crap out of Tommy to see his date lose her chest with some raindrops. Damn, never did hear from him after that night."
The laughter exploded with the ending of her story and then a lot of sympathy was given to the embarrassment she'd felt.
Suddenly a loud and blaring sound was heard, "Red alert!"
The women, without so much as thinking, dashed up and ran to their posts. Several crew members were completely astonished to see their normally well polished Captain step onto the bridge with her hair in its odd state not to mention her very un-Starfleet clothes.
The Commander, who was about to sit in his seat, nearly tripped over his own handsome jaw when he saw the way she stood there, hands on hips and furry slippers on each foot, giving the view screen a fierce green faced look. "Report!" she growled.
The sound of a pin drop would have sounded like a shotgun blast from within the room. No one moved. No one spoke.
Her gaze left the empty sky in the viewscreen and she turned to look at the Commander. He looked as if his eyes were centimeters from falling out of his head. "Chakotay?"
"C-Captain?" he managed to sputter.
"What is going on? I don't see any threat."
Chakotay swallowed once and it seemed as if the shock was finally settling down. "Captain. Tuvok and I decided to run a surprise mock red alert to see if the systems are working to full capacity."
"Oh." Kathryn relaxed her stance and began to walk to the turbolift. "Well, then. As you were." And she casually walked back to her room to continue the party with her friends.
The end.
