Re: *Actionette* \"Summer Party!\"

Nurse Jasmine Starbolt had ignored the notice put on her door about
the Royal Ambassadorial occasion, she had ignored everyone in fact.
She had locked herself up and moved back into her old room, her old
room that she shared with Eve Lola Rimmer before she died.
Tears came to her eyes, she had lost her father, mother and now her
best friend, she was afraid of seeing Dean, too scared that he might
die too or worse dump her.
After laying around crying, cuddling Eve's cat Ares (who when not
being cuddled was walking around the room crying out for his mother
(eve), he knew she was gone and he didn't like it one bit.) and
drinking all the alcohol in the room, Jasmine went and sat herself
in the shower, not undressing letting the cold water room over her
body as she huddled in the corner, hugging her knees, rocking back
and forward.
Finally she turned the shower off, got out of her wet clothes, dried
herself and got dressed in her uniform, even though she hadn't been
re-instated as a nurse yet like Tara had, she was still a member of
this crew, only the fitness instructor but still a crew member, plus
she didn't feel like dressing in anything else.
She cleaned up her living quarters and patted Ares til he fell
asleep then she left, walking slowly down to Parrotts.
She sat in a corner by herself, a bourbon and coke sat in front of
her untouched and in her hand. She stared at it for a long time, no
thoughts coming to mind.
She came out of her trance when a disgusting excuse of a man, who
was probably drunk and his more sober friend came over to her,
standing quite close to her the drunk guy leaned on the table
bringing his face to her level.
"You're Nuurssse Ssstarbolt" He slurred
"Yeah" She pulled back, his breath was rancid
"You're dating Thomasss, aren't ya"
"Yeah" She was getting annoyed at the pointless conversation
"Youu and I sshouuld hook up for the night, I can sshow youu a good
time." He stood back up looking at his mate winking to him, who
winked back and chuckled, he drank some ale from his mug while he
waited for an answer.
He didn't get the answer he wanted though, while he was drinking
Jasmine right hooked the glass smashing it into his mouth, she
didn't bother doing anymore he was already crying.
"Pig" she shook her head, picked up her drink and went over to the
bar and inspected her freshly wounded hand, she started picking the
glass out of her knuckles when Seymour entered.
<SNIPETTE>
"Ahh Mr Nipples, we don't see you in here too often!" Said Owen
Numan the bartender who checked round the back to see if there was
still some girlie drinks left."That's Niples! Not Nipples, uncouth
oaf! As representative of the Queen of England, I am shutting you
down temporarily for standing in the way of an important Royal
Ambassadorial occasion!" Seymour waved the paper at him. "A Barn
dance? That's a Royal Ambassadorial occasion?" "It is when it is
arranged by the ROYAL AMBASSADOR!"
<END SNIPETTE>
Seymour shut Parrotts down seconds after, which didn't bother
Jasmine in the slightest, her mind had moved on to more important
things then alcohol, she was getting more and mroe pissed off at how
no one cared let alone had noticed that her best friend was dead.
She moved with the reluctant crowd to Seymours lame party and stood
by the table with the most food on it, slowly eating and watching
people line dance. Had she been in a better mood she would have
joined in just for fun but she wasn't, Dean probably couldn't even
make her feel happy again right now.
Jasmine