Fight!

Jeri James had found her quarters all right, but
hadn't spent much time there. She just thrown her
duffle bag on the bed when the ship's computer (Haley?
Molly? Harry? Man, beer kills brain cells) had
announced a party with food and drinks. Who was Jeri
to pass up drinks?
She had wandered through the ship for a while before
finally asking someone where the gym was, then showed
upwith a grin. How quick that grin disappeared when
she walked in and saw people in costumes. Dammit! She
really needed to quit drinking. She'd completely
missed that part of the announcement.
A few minutes into her shame, Jeri found the drinks
and forgot about her realization. She quickly downed
several and soon found herself grooving to the tunes
L'ontar and dean were laying down. Sure, they were
playing to two different songs, but to Jeri, they were
a mean emsemble.
It took a few seconds for Jeri to stop tapping her
feet after the music stopped. "Hey, what happened to
the mushik?" she fumbled, eyeing L'ontar and Dean as
they started with Tom, Dick and Harry.
Jeri knew their expressions well. She'd seen it many
times on the faces of her favorites Underwater Hockey
Players. They were looking for a rumble.
She raised her glass. "Yeah! Fight! Fight! Fight"
<Well boys?>
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