Boys aren't Bad, Honest
by Maureen and Bea

Azra was taping her pictures to the lower bunk idly, attempting to ignore her roommates tirade on whey men were evil. A call had come in for Azra a few minutes earlier from her father, wishing her good luck on the tour and her roommate hadn't shut up since.

"Shut up!" she finally exclaimed, sick of hearing it.

"Excuse me?" her roommate said, confused.

"I said, shut up! Stop trashing my dad!" Azra said angrily.

"Well, sorry for having an opinion!" Shelly said sarcastically. She turned on her disk player and put on her headphones, completely ignoring Azra in her snit.

Bitch, Azra thought to herself.

Deciding the room was too small right now, she quickly changed into a bathing suit and put on shorts and a t-shirt over it. Maybe she could find the moonpool around here and go for a swim.

Walking around the ship proved to be a learning experience. Rounding a corner she stopped dead in her tracks as she saw the seaman she had spoken roughly with earlier in the day. Eager to avoid another confrontaion she began backing away slowly. Just her luck that the young Seaman would look up and stare at her. She looked annoyed and Fiona really hoped she wasn't about to regret what she was about to do. "Piccolo was it?"

"Yes sir," Azra said, unsure why she was being stopped.

"I want to apologize for earlier." Fiona sighed. "Second apology I've made today, so don't take my earlier snappish comments to heart or anything."

Ah, so that's why. It's rare for officers to apologize to enlisted. "Not a problem sir, tempers are running high trying to get us out of port."

"Yes, well I'll see you around." Fiona began to work her way back to where she had come from when Azra called her back.

"Count on it," Azra replied heading towards the loading bay that crew were enterting from, she could have sworn she saw a sign there directing people to the moon pool...