They Can Just Deal With It By Kadith PG Disclaimer: I don’t want em, I don’t want em... okay, well maybe I do! B'Elanna lay sprawled across the right end of the sofa, leaning against Kathryn, who was sprawled against the left side, and who was leaning against her in return. Both had their heads resting on the back of the sofa, arms draped across their stomachs, unable to move. B'Elanna tilted her head to one side, so that she could glance out at the ladies with them. Leaning against the coffee table at B'Elanna's feet was Seven, just in the right spot for a good kicking, she mused. In the deep chairs opposite the sofa were Samantha Wildman and Seanna McTiernan, who were just as boneless as B'Elanna and their Captain. B'Elanna stared at the two empty bottles of Irish Whisky, and the half empty bottle of Romulan Ale, all from the Captain's private stash. She groaned and looked back at the woman beside her, her head moving as if there were no muscles to hold it in place. "So, what do we do now?" Kathryn raised a brow but didn't look at her, she didn't think she had the strength, "Not a damn clue, what do you suggest?" "If I knew," Torres snorted, "do you think I'd be asking you?" "Good point, Sam?" Her question was punctuated with a small hiccup. Samantha thought about it for a moment, "Well, we could pretend we're all sex starved teenagers and streak down the corridors with nothing on but big, stupid grins." Kathryn and B'Elanna looked at each other, "Eh, maybe later." Sam snorted, "Or we could make like cadets and play the timeless game of truth or dare." The others seemed to think about it, and finely Kathryn shrugged, "Sure, go for it." Seanna leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, "Who wants to go first?" B'Elanna gave the Captain an evil grin, "I will!" "Torres, if you know what's good for you, you won't even try it." "Seanna!" B'Elanna said a little too enthusiastically, causing the others to snicker. "So, what'll it be youngin, truth or dare?" Seanna, the youngest of the group at the age of just 23 sighed, "Oh what the hell, truth." B'Elanna's grin widened, "Oh goody! So, is it true, did you and Gerron really sneak into the Captain's Ready Room to do the nasty?" Kathryn perked up at this, "Huh?" Seanna turned bright pink, "Uhh, did I say truth? I meant dare.." "Oh no you don't," Samantha leaned forward, "spill it girl!" Seanna sank in her chair, "I don't think its an um, appropriate thing to bring up in front of the Captain?" "Captain?" Kathryn asked as she reached for another bottle of Irish Whiskey. "Oh you know," B'Elanna offered, "tight assed, short bitch, think she knows it all." "Oh yeah," Kathryn nodded, "her, she's here? Damn, I thought we locked her ass up. We’ll have to make sure we do a better job of it next time." She shook her head as she poured herself another glass, the others laughing. "Come on Seanna, don't be a candy ass, answer the question." B'Elanna waited, "Because you know, the dare is going to be much, much worse." Seanna sighed, "I really don't think the Captain wants to hear this." Kathryn and B'Elanna said in unison, "Yes she does!" Seanna sighed, "Yeah, its true, but it wasn't my idea. I really didn't want to do it, I'm really sorry--" Kathryn laughed, "Seanna, shut up. You're not the only one to have done it. It's a time honored tradition," she snorted, "hell, I've done it once or twice myself. Don't worry about it, that desk has notches in it, Tom and B'Elanna's being among them." "How di--" "Tom told Chakotay, who told me. Hell, who do you think started the notches.." she snickered. Seven stared at her, "Well I think you answered the one question everyone was planning on asking you." "HA! Who said Chakotay had anything to do with them! Those notches have been there since before I met him!" "Okay okay, on with game," Samantha said before the conversation got too off the wall. "You're turn kiddo," she said to Seanna. "Seven, truth or dare." "Dare." Seanna sat back and smiled, "Seven, what's this I heard about you and Mulcahey in the science lab??" The blonde blushed, "Well, urr, those rumors are greatly, um, exaggerated." She cleared her throat and reached for another glass. "I don't think so," Kathryn leaned forward, "you're lying, do tell blondie." Seven's color brightened, "Well, it was nothing really, just two consenting adults--" "Getting it on," B'Elanna curled her legs under her, "Harry will be so shattered." Seven snorted, "As if." Kathryn chuckled, "I knew it, so that's why Mulcahey refuses to work with you any more, what'd you do to the poor boy!" "Nothing, he just wanted more than I was ready for--that's all." Seven took a drink and sniffed, "Besides, its my turn to ask, hmm, Ensign Wildman--I heard a few things about yourself and Lt. Carey. Would you like to elaborate for us?" It was Samantha's turn to blush, "Nothing is going on. Yet." She winked at them, "I'm working on it, give me a few weeks then ask me again." Kathryn snickered, "Riiiiiight, like we believe that." "It's true, but lets see if you can answer just as truthfully. Truth or Dare, Kathryn." She smiled, having put emphasis on the older woman's name. "Oh hell, dare, please." She snickered again, "Not one of you has taken one, wimps." Samantha and B'Elanna exchanged wicked glances, "This is just too good to be true," Samantha giggled. B'Elanna leaned forward, "Now go easy on her, she's drunker than anyone here." "Yeah, like I'm really going to do that." She narrowed her eyes at the Captain, "Your dare, is to walk right into the mess hall, right now, where Chakotay is with most of the guys, and a few ladies, and plant one on him. Right there, in front of everyone." Kathryn rolled her eyes, "Is that the best you can do?" "I'm not finished yet," Samantha shook a finger at her, "you have to go shirtless." "Oh shit," Kathryn reached for the bottle of whiskey again. "You've got to be kidding me?" "Nope," Samantha's grin couldn't get any wider, "you said dare, come on Janeway, thought *we* were the wimps." "Oh why the hell not," she stood up, swaying abit--trying to gain her balance. When she had, she pulled her sweater over her head, revealing a silk, black bra. "Well, I assume you'll all want to see this." B'Elanna stood up and followed her out the door, "As if we'd miss it." Kathryn marched toward the crowded mess hall, her four companions following her, giggling all the way. She ignored the stares she was getting, thanking the gods she wouldn't remember this in the morning. They stepped into the messhall, all too aware people were beginning to gape in their direction. She spotted Chakotay easily enough, he was leaning against one of the tables chatting with Tom and Harry. His eyes widened when he saw her, his mouth falling open slightly. Kathryn didn't say a word, walked right up to him, looped a hand behind his neck and brought his head down to hers. After kissing him thoroughly she drew back, looked at her drunken companions, "Was that good for you?" Not waiting for an answer she marched out again, leaving a shocked Chakotay staring after her. All five of them where laughing hysterically by the time they made it back to the Captain's quarters, "I can't--" B'Elanna struggled to say, "believe..you actually did it." Kathryn tried to calm down, "Why not, I won't remember it tomorrow." "You hope," Seven wheezed. "Well, maybe not completely." THey were all sent into another fit of giggles . The following morning Chakotay let himself into the Captain's cabin, smiling as he watched her stepping over bodies--cleaning up after the girl's night out--er in. "Hey," he whispered, not wanting to awaken Seven who curled up in one of the large chairs, or B'Elanna who was stretched out on the sofa. They were the only two who remained, the others going home a few hours before. "Hey," she smiled, putting the garbage in the recycler then tightening the sash on her robe. She motioned him to follow her into the other room--her bedroom. "I take it you had a good time," he said once they were out of hearing range. She blushed, but grinned, "Yeah, it was great." "Good," he chuckled, "you gave the crew quite a sight." She rolled her eyes, "They've seen me in a bikini before, a bra isn't likely to kill them." "That isn't what I meant," he bent down and kissed her on the nose. "Oh," she shrugged, "well, they can just deal with it." He shook his head and wrapped his arms around her, lowering his head to hers again. After giving her a good imitation of the kiss she'd given him the night before he pulled her behind him, through her main room, out the door, and into his own quarters next door. “What if B'Elanna and Seven wake up while I'm not there," she mumbled against his lips. "Oh well," he said as he lowered her to the bed, "they can just deal with it." End..