The crew of the Andromeda sat in a circle in the Medical Bay. On the right of Harper sat Trance, then Rev, Rommie, Dylan, Tyr and Beka.. Everybody, Beka, Harper and Trance were drinking Sparkey Cola and everybody was eating marshmallows.

"Okay then -I'll start." Said Harper leaning forward, "Truth or dare Tyr?"

"Dare."

"Yes! I dare you to…wear a pink tutu for a whole week!"

"Excuse me?"

Harper reached behind him and produced a ballerina's tutu, this was the moment he had been waiting for. "That's the dare!" Harper threw it to him with a smug look on his face.

"This is degrading." Tyr groaned while he pulled the pink tutu over his leather pants.

"You gotta wear it for a whole week!" Harper leered, snickering with the rest of them.

"Okay Tyr…you ask some…one…now." Beka said between giggles.

"Gladly," Now, who to pick? "Truth or dare boy?" Tyr challenged,

"Dare!" Harper responded, taking another swig of Spakey Cola,

"Ship pick a random Human music file from Earth, around 20th century." Tyr continued,

After a few seconds Andromeda responded, "I'm To Sexy by Right Said Fred."

"Play it on my command."

"Affirmative."

"Sing along with it." Tyr ordered. Unlucky for him Harper had drunk enough for it not to bother him in the slightest. So, for the next four minutes Harper strutted about, singing (if you can call it that) and acting out the song. Once it was finally over Harper plopped himself back down again and chose his next victim.

"Truth or dare Dylan?"

"Truth," Dylan said after a moment of hesitation.

"Have you ever fantasised about Rommie? And if ya have -what was it? And remember, Andromeda can tell if you're lying or not." Harper said.

Dylan gulped and paled for a brief second, although it was quickly replaced by a very severe blush.

"Well, um…"

"Well?" Tyr pushed. He would never admit it but the boy's question had been a good one,

"She's an Egyptian style, girl with pink spandex and we're in a utility closet." Dylan mumbled, his head in his hands,

"I'm sorry. We didn't quite catch that." Harper said

"She's an Egyptian style, girl but instead of cloth it's pink spandex and we're in a utility closet. Man I wish I'd had a few beers. Or a hundred."

Rommie looked at the floor and everybody fell quiet, shocked.

"Truth or dare Beka?" Dylan said loudly, breaking the stunned silence.

"I'd better go for dare."

"Kiss Tyr on the lips."

Giving the captain a stern look she walked up to Tyr and kissed him on the lips, although from her angle point, of looking down, Tyr seemed to have enjoyed it an awful lot.

After nearly an hour and many crates of Sparkly Cola the game died out and Dylan went to take a shower, Rommie recharge her batteries and Tyr to the Command deck, still in the pink tutu.

Rev decided to watch over the drunks and had even been persuaded to play hop-scotch with Beka. Right now the three of them were stumbling around and imitating Dylan, saying:

"Have you seen my force lance?"

Finally, after another hour or so Beka concluded that she was exhausted and went to bed, followed by Rev.

As soon as they left Trance perked up and pushed Harper onto the floor.

"Whoa Trance, whadda ya doin?" Harper asked, trying to focus on the beautiful purple babe on top of him.

"My people don't get drunk, and I've been waiting for everybody to leave."

"Oh. Okay. Why?"

"Because I've been wanting to do this for a long long time."

She leaned over and kissed him hard, after a few stunned moments Harper returned the kiss, and, before there wasn't much left to say he whispered,

"God I hope I remember this in the morning."

"You will" Trance promised. And the rest, was all actions.

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