Thursday, December 08, 2005

Christmas Party at the Ten Forward

I think I need a break from killing vampires. Vampires are so not intergalactic. So going to Captain Picard's Enterprise Christmas Party on the Ten Forward is just what the doctor, or Emergency Medical Holigram, ordered.

I grabbed my party invitation, put on my nice suit and was heading for the Danger Sled when Private Hudson stopped me.

"Say, Jon, where are you going?" he asked.

"Oh, uh," I tried to keep the invitation out of his sight. "I have, uh, someplace to go."

It didn't work, he saw it. "Hey, that's one of those invitations to the Enterprise Christmas party, isn't it?"

"Yeah," I conceded. "Well, I gotta get going, you know what with crossing time and space and all that."

"I didn't get one," he sighed.

"That's too bad," I said. "I guess it got lost in the mail or something, huh?"

"Yeah, or something." He shoved his hands in his pockets and made a face like he just took a huge bite out of a stinkbug.

"Well, I have to get going," I tried to get around him, but he stepped in front of me again.

"Isn't that an invite for two?" he pried. "Doesn't that say that you can bring a date."

I looked it over like it was the first time I've read it. "Hmmm, why yes it does say that. Interesting."

"Are you bringing a date?" Hudson looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

"My wife can't go," I answered. "I have to get going."

Here it comes.

"Well, then can I go?"

"Hudson, I am not going to bring you to a Christmas party as a date." I said.

"Aw come on," he whined. "It's not like we're dating each other. I'm just your guest. Sheesh."

"No, I can't" I tried, "It just wouldn't be proper."

"Come on, it's the 24th Century. I'm sure they'll understand."

"No."

"Please?"

"I just can't."

"Please please please please please please please please please!" Then he added. "I'll be really good. I'll totally leave my M41A Pulse Rifle at home."

"Look, Hudson, it's just..." I trailed off. How could I explain that he's behaving like Chester the Dog in that old Bugs Bunny cartoon, bouncing all around Spike, trying to be his friend and all.

"Please?" His eyes sparkled with hope.


What happens next? Find out here!

7 comments:

Jean-Luc Picard said...

What a swell party this is!

Lt. Cmdr Oneida said...
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Lt. Cmdr Oneida said...

How sweet of you to take Hudson. Though might I suggest always having a unfinished task for him to work on, like counting stars manually or removing cat hair from the couch. That way you can ask him if its done, or just tell him to go do it, and then poof, problem gone/sent away. I find it works 92.3% of the time

Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator said...

It was a great party, Captain.

And I'll remember that, thanks Commander. Honestly, I don't know why he's hanging out with me, he has a squad that he should be with.

Professor Xavier said...

You'd think after being on numerous bug hunts, the H-man wouldn't get all girlie at the mere sight of a Klingon.

Private Hudson said...

Girlie? Girlie? I wasn't scared, I had my gun.

I just had to finish my paperwork is all. If you don't get the per diem forms in on time, you have to wait a month for the next pay period.

Yeah, paperwork.

Lt. Cmdr Oneida said...

Yeah, don't call him girlie, I wouldn't have been scared by a Klingon. Perhaps paperwork loving surrender monkey?