Weekend Post #26: Girls Night Out pt 2

7 of 9 shook her head as she glared at Padme Skywaler who was standing half a block down the street. “Absolutely not. We are not taking a Star Wars goon with us.”

Uhura lowered her voice so that Padme couldn’t hear and whispered, “I think there’s hope for her. She needs our help.”

Janeway said, “I agree with 7 of 9. She’s not coming. It’s not our job to help her. Besides, you can’t help a Star Wars goon; her husband has been beaten up by tribbles at least a dozen times and he still hasn’t learned his lesson.”

“It’s not her fault that she’s a Star Wars goon,” Uhura said, “She just got stuck in a stupid relationship with Anakin Skywalker and now she wants out. Haven’t we all had boyfriends that we regretted? Janeway, I know that you made out with a ferengi once, this is the same thing!”

7 of 9 said, “Don’t try to defend her. You can’t change a Star Wars goon. It can’t be done.”

Uhura hissed, “You used to be part of the Borg Collective. You should be the last person in the galaxy to claim that people can’t change.”

“This is stupid,” said Janeway as she checked her watch. “The first dancer takes the stage in two minutes and we’re standing in an alley arguing about Star Wars goons. Uhura, you can hang out with Padme if you want, but 7 of 9 and I are going to the club. Let’s go, 7.”

Uhura laughed. “I’m the designated driver. If Padme and I don’t come, that means that one of you won’t be able to drink tonight.”

Janeway uttered an expletive.

7 of 9 rolled her eyes and said, “All right fine. Maybe if I get totally hammered I won’t mind the company.”

Janeway sighed and yelled down the alley, “Padme, let’s roll. We’ve already missed the preshow!”

The three women heard Padme exclaim, “YES!” as she ran down the alley to meet them. She threw her arms Uhura and said, “Thank you so much! I knew you could convince them.” She turned to Janeway and 7 of 9 and added, “You don’t know what this means to me. Thank you so much!”

“Whatever,” grumbled 7 of 9, “Let’s get this over with.”

The four women hurried down the alley until they got to an unmarked metal door. Uhura tapped on it and a voice crackled through a small intercom panel. “Thank you for visiting A1 Holodeck Installation and Servicing. Our offices are currently closed. If you’d like to leave a message for our administrative office, please speak after the tone.”

Padme looked confused. “Why are we coming here? Is this the right place? I thought we were going to a dance or something.”

“Would you please shut up,” Janeway said. She turned to the intercom and said, “It’s okay, it’s me.”

The voice continued. “If you know your parties extension and wish to leave a message, please say their name and password to unlock their mailbox.”

7 of 9 glanced at Padme. “Are you sure she’s cool? Maybe you should move her out of earshot.”

Uhura nodded. “She’s cool. I’m sure of it.”

7 of 9 glared at Padme for another moment before saying an expletive. She turned to the intercom and said, “Mailbox ID is Bones McCoy. Password is I’m a doctor not a Chippendale dancer.”

The door opened and a burly Klingon bouncer stepped out to examine the women. “I see the Borg has returned.” He put a finger in 7 of 9’s face and said, “If you try to assimilate with a dancer again tonight, you’re banned forever.”

7 of 9 laughed sheepishly and said, “I was just trying to form a collective with his tight ass.” Her joke didn’t lighten the Klingon’s mood.

He growled, “It’s hard enough for a Vulcan dancer to make tips as it is and Borg hardware covering half of his left butt cheek doesn’t help.” The Klingon noticed Padme for the first time as she blushed at the conversation. “Who’s this one? She’s never been here before.”

“She’s with us,” said Uhura.

The Klingon stepped close to Padme and sniffed. “She has the stink of Star Wars on her. First you bring a Borg into the club and now you’re trying to sneak a Star Wars goon in? Forget it, the club is closed to all of you.”

Padme’s eyes filled with tears. “I ruined it for all of you! I am a Star Wars goon!”

The Klingon stepped into the door and started to close it. Uhura grabbed Janeway’s arm. “Tell him that she’s with us! We vouch for her!”

The Klingon kept the door open a crack. “Is this true, Janeway? Are you putting a Star Wars goon on your guest list?”

“Yeah. She’s with us.” As Padme gasped in joyous surprise, Janeway looked at Uhura and added, “You’re on designated driver detail for the next month.”

The Klingon nodded, opened the door, and said, “It’s your call. Come on in.” As Padme passed him he whispered, “You cause one problem tonight and you’ll wish for a tribble to take you out of your misery.”

“Only my husband gets beat up by tribbles.”

As they descended a dimly lit stairwell, Uhura patted Padme’s back. “I’m proud of you. It was a little rough back there, but you never ran away. I don’t think you’re a Star Wars goon at all.”

Padme started to reply, but she was interrupted by the deafening techno music that suddenly blasted through the stairwell as Janeway opened the door at the bottom.

Padme paused on the third step and gazed into the open door. She had never seen so many flashing lights or heard such rhythmic music. Nor had she ever seen such an enormous crowd of women behaving in such a wild manner. They were all cheering, laughing, and drinking. The only man visible was standing on the stage in a tuxedo. He held a small microphone but Padme couldn’t make out what he was saying over the techno music.

Uhura put her arm around Padme’s shoulder. “Are you ready to party? Let’s go!”

To be continued…