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Feb. 24th, 2010 | 12:42 am

Title: Jager and Anger
characters: Uhura, Gaila
Rating: PG-13/R for excessive swearing (I don't really know what this would be considered)
Summary: Uhura is pissed and needs to drink off her anger.
Prompt: "I wanna get in trouble, I wanna start a fight." So What by Pink for my list of 25 prompts on strong women.



Nyota Uhura was itching.

It wasn't the normal kind of itch. It was different. It was especially different for her; she was a strong willed woman, but rarely called a bitch. Rarely a trouble maker. But today, she had an itch to—

"How dare he?" she spat through clenched teeth as she threw the shot glass back down on the bar. Gaila rolled her eyes as she threw back her own shot, but at least she sat it down with a bit of grace and respect. The bartender shot both girls a glare, then snatched the empty, sticky glasses off the bar.

"Ny, give it up."

"I cannot believe—"

"There is nothing you can do to change this. Unless you wanted to—"

"No," Uhura sighed with irritation. "I am not gonna offer him my tits in exchange to get onto the project."

"That's not what I was talk—"

"Gaila."

"All right! So you're not going to sleep with him."

Uhura slouched her shoulders and huffed loudly. Gaila rolled her eyes for the twelfth time that evening, then turned the bar stool so her best friend was looking her. Uhura almost fell off the stool, partly because she was caught off her guard and partly because she had been drinking since four, when she found out that fucker—

"There will be other opportunities, Ny. You've still got two years left of your training and you know you're better than everyone anyway."

Gaila did have some good underneath that highly-sexed and way-too-low belt of hers, but Uhura just couldn't take this bit of encouragement to heart. Uhura turned her head slightly to the right, letting her clenched teeth show. "If I'm better than everyone else, then why did that fucker chose Banerjee over me?"

It was Gaila's turn to sigh. "Seriously, you're gonna hafta give this up sometime. You can't stay angry at him forever. You'll never get on his good side that way. Tyson! Two Starry Nights, heavy on the stars."

"I don't need more shots."

"Yes, you do. Just a couple more. I want you to get this anger out now, then I want you to realize that you just have to try harder next time," Gaila said, blowing a kiss to the bartender, who pulled a fifth of Goldschlager from the bar cooler. "It's not like you get angrier by drinking or anything. You just get happier. Giggly, even."

Uhura glared at Gaila, slouching even further. It was Gaila's idea to go out when she came back to the apartment and found her roommate with a line of shot glasses out, filled to the brim with Sambuca that wasn't hers. Uhura would have been just content to get drunk and pass out, but Gaila thought it would be good to get out with "happy, horny people" before she passed out for the night.

The two girls picked up the shots the second the touched the bar and threw them back in unison. Uhura wanted to not remember how angry she was at him, Gaila wanted to catch up to Uhura's seven shots she had prior to leaving for the bar.

"That's such a good shot," Gaila said, licking her lips. She smirked at her roommate, who was giving her a smirk of her own.

"You just know Jager gets me drunk quicker."

"You know me too well, Ny. Too well." Gaila then lifted the rocks glass up, swirling her tongue around the rim to pick up any remaining drops of Jager and Goldschlager.

"You make me sick when you do that," Nyota added as she pushed her own glass closer to the bar mats. When she wriggled her nose in disgust, Gaila laughed.

"Now we're getting back to the Ny I like! And you know I do that for Tyson."

"You don't say," Uhura added, sarcasm dripping out of her voice.

"But look, Ny. You weren't exactly jumping to get that position on that research team."

Uhura was suddenly furious. "Because I was trying to be professional about it," she snapped, letting that fleeting moment of her happy drunk disappear. "Usually only seniors get in that group. Since I had the same qualifications as everyone else, I just needed the level of seniority. Professionalism closed the gap."

"Don't you think that your inexperience is what made you not get the position?"

"He should have picked the person that would have been the best for the team. Banerjee is not better than me," Uhura said sharply, trying to make eye contact with another bartender. He ignored her for a pretty blonde down the bar. "That, and I had been on a research group last semester. And I aced that fuckin' thing."

"Even you know that group was ridiculously easy to get into because no one wanted to work on deciphering that ancient opera," Gaila said with exasperation, and noticed where Uhura's eyes were. "C'mon, you know you have to be blonde and easy to get Koegler's attention. Why are you wasting your time trying to get a drink from him?"

Gaila's speech wasn't helpful at all. Uhura expected that she didn't even realize what she was saying; her eyes kept floating back to Tyson, who was now taking a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, getting ready to head outside for a break. Uhura was glaring at Gaila now and she didn't even notice.

"And this project to you were trying for had a lot to do with the science department. You haven't taken many science classes, have you?"

"Because I've been taking extra linguis—"

"Well, there's your problem right there!" Gaila chirped.

Uhura could feel her blood boiling. Gaila was supposed to be dissing him with her, saying she was robbed of the position that was made for her. Gaila was not only not making her feel better, she was busy dreaming about her next rendezvous with the bartender she had wrapped around her little finger.

"Plus, he's today's Starfleet golden boy. Next year no one will care about him or that you worked with him."

Uhura was struck back. "Whoa. Maybe it's because you've got your head stuck in the engineering department, but they're not gonna drop him like that. Having that you worked under him on your resu—"

"Good Lord, I'd love to be 'working under him', I'd like to shake up his demen—"

"Gaila!" Uhura shouted, pushing on Gaila's chest. The green girl's attention suddenly went from somewhere in space to the furious cadet sitting across from her.

"What the hell was that for?"

"I wish you would stop thinking with your...nether regions...so often!"

"I wish you would get your over the fact that you're just not good enough for this position!"

Uhura's glare didn't change much. It just felt more like daggers on the receiving end. "Yet! I meant yet! You're not good enough yet!"

"Whatever. I'm having another shot then leaving. I cannot believe you," Uhura said swiftly, hoisting herself up so she could find a bartender.

"I didn't mean it—"

"Gaila, shut. Up."

"You know I meant to put 'yet' at the end of that sentence—"

"Fuck you."

"You're being irrational right now. It's very odd for you when you're drinking. And get down—"

"Fuck off!" Uhura shrieked as she spotted a female bartender just a couple people down from her and Gaila's position. "You're supposed to be making me feel better!"

"This usually does make you feel better! I mean, you wanted to feel better about it earlier!" Gaila's face was now one that was pleading, begging.

Uhura opened her mouth to say something, but she quickly closed it. She then held her held up her right hand, snapped twice at the girl bartender who was giggling with a gorgeous Korean. Talking to Gaila, she said, "I want a shot."

The bartender was not pleased. She shot a look at Uhura, then ignored her. Uhura knew that it wasn't proper etiquette to snap at those in the service industry, but she knew she'd be out of the bar in a second, as soon as she took a shot of whiskey and paid her tab. She snapped twice more, but the bartender just ignored her. When she slapped the bar with both palms and shouted, "Hey!", the bartender finally acknowledged her.

"I am not fuckin' serving you if you're gonna act like that."

Gaila had her hands in her purse, digging for enough money to cover the shots and what looked like an extremely gracious tip. Uhura continued to glare at the bartender who spouting off words of her own. Just as Uhura was about to retort, Gaila pulled her off the chair by the back of her shirt.

"Gaila, I deserve to be served—"

"They were gonna cut you off anyway. We should probably get out of here. This is so unlike yo—"

"Why the hell would they cut me off?" Uhura spat, now giving her roommate the same eyes she had just finished giving the bartender. Gaila ignored her roommate, and grabbed her wrist so she could drag Uhura out of the busy establishment. Uhura was not pleased, and forcefully tried to pull her skinny wrist out of Gaila's hands. "Let. Go."

"Ny, we're getting out of here."

"I said, Let. Go." And she tugged even harder than she had before. Her grip was released and Uhura went falling backward with a mix of too much force and too much liquor. She ended up falling onto a girl who had a very full martini in her hand, causing it to spill all over a friend. As Uhura regained her balance and turned around, she had a drink poured over her head. She sat there shocked for a second, feeling beer run over her breasts and abs.

"You owe us new drinks, bitch," said the girl with martini saturating the front of her dress. "Watch where the fuck you're going."

"Like hell I owe you drinks. Fuck off," Uhura said, turning back around as Gaila made a desperate grab for her wrists again. Her ponytail was then yanked south as one of the girls tried to drag her to the ground. Gaila was dragged to the ground with Uhura, preventing her from stopping the girls from fighting. Uhura was trying her hardest to make the hair puller's knee gave out so she could join Uhura on the beer covered floor—there was a better chance she could give this girl a lesson. She thought she succeeded as the girl started coming down to Uhura's level, but then Uhura got a fist square in the eye.




The next day, Gaila tried to cover up Uhura's black eye. She did a horrible job on it, really, but it was the best she could do. The swollen lip and cut on her cheek were hard to conceal as well, and her broken pride had the hardest time being covered. Not only had Uhura lost the fight (but managed to throw a few good punches), the cops were called and she was handed a giant gash in her record, something Starfleet frowned upon. Uhura contemplated not showing up to class, but Gaila convinced her she needed to go because it would look bad whether she went or not.

When his class was ending and Uhura was scrambling to make her exit, he cleared his throat. She didn't want to turn around, she knew he was trying to get her attention—

"Cadet Uhura."

Uhura stopped in her tracks. She was three steps from the doorway. Had she walked faster...

"I would recommend not collecting a list of misdemeanors. They only tarnish your reputation and make it much harder for you to be granted access into future groups."

She heard his footsteps come up behind her and saw other students give her a look of worry as they quickly shuffled out of the classroom. She had no choice now. Suck it up, turn around.

She turned to Commander Spock with her shoulders thrown back and her chin held high. He stopped only a foot in front of her and held his chin even higher and his hands grasped tightly behind his back.

"It was an accident, Commander. I ran into—"

"You forget, Cadet, that Vulcans have sensitive hearing and that I eat in the same cafeteria as your fellow students. Penning lies will not do you any good."

"I..." she whispered, struggling to gather words to explain it. "I was provoked—"

"Provoked by the fact that I denied you access into the research team," he interrupted. He heard why. What else did he hear? She suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe, like the wind had been knocked out of her. She tried to not let it show; she slowed her rate of breathing.

He was silent as he lowered his chin and raised an eyebrow. "I would also suggest that you never request the assistance of an alien species to cover your contusions. It's obvious that Cadet Jaxa has never applied makeup on a human."

She only gulped in response.

Keeping eye contact as long as he could, Spock slowly walked around the stunned Uhura. "Cadet, I do advise that you find some way to make up for this scar you have made upon your record."

He closed the door behind him, leaving Uhura to bite through her already split lip.






Oh, sweet coincidence: my fiction became reality a day after I wrote it. I ended up acquiring a black eye today. However, my story is reverse of how I wrote it: I actually did run into something and got a black eye, but I plan on telling people I got into a fight.

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clarkoholic

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from: clarkoholic
date: Feb. 24th, 2010 07:08 am (UTC)
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ahaha! Spock commented on her make up!! <3 him!

I love Uhura when shs's HBIC. Great job!!

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I got a fever and the only prescription is more ZQ

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from: forthisreason
date: Feb. 24th, 2010 03:02 pm (UTC)
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LOL That was not my intention. It was SUPPOSED to be that it's so bad that he could notice it quite easily and because he always speaks the truth, then it would be another dagger added to the ones he already gave her.

But oh, the man that plays the character always rubs off on what he was assigned to play...

Thank you! :)

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rubynye

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from: rubynye
date: Feb. 24th, 2010 05:03 pm (UTC)
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Poor Nyota! What a suckful pair of days. *wishes her luck*

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I got a fever and the only prescription is more ZQ

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from: forthisreason
date: Feb. 25th, 2010 02:01 am (UTC)
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Hopefully she gets a better one! (I'm seriously contemplating on making this into a series).

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Laura

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from: greenteaduck
date: Feb. 24th, 2010 06:32 pm (UTC)
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O that was so awesome! I love Uhura being such a strong woman and Spock totally seeing through her defenses<3 (I think you got his character SPOT ON) Also Gaila trying to help--poor thing xD;

Very awesome character analysis of Uhura, I really liked this :D

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I got a fever and the only prescription is more ZQ

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from: forthisreason
date: Feb. 25th, 2010 02:22 am (UTC)
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(Yay! Thanks! He's so hard to write...and I like to think that in his years on earth and with humans he'd developed some snarky-ness. He shows some of it in the movie, so I'm totally canon with this. XD)

I need to write more Gaila. I really enjoy writing this oversexed, bubbly personality with a ton of heart and guts. I LOVE her.

Thank you very much! You'll be seeing more soon! (In fact, you'll be seeing some tough!Uhura...and some Kirk. I love writing Kirk most of all.)

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I got a fever and the only prescription is more ZQ

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from: forthisreason
date: Mar. 16th, 2010 10:17 pm (UTC)
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!!!!! Aww, thanks! *glows*

Come back later tonight; I'm posting another fic involving Uhura and Gaila's friendship sometime this evening.

The Spock scene is my favorite part. I love snarky!Spock.

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I got a fever and the only prescription is more ZQ

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from: forthisreason
date: Mar. 17th, 2010 04:59 am (UTC)
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You can go ahead and add me, darling, but I only friend back when I get to know people better. You sound like an absolute sweetheart, though, so if we talk more, I'd be glad to friend you! <3

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