"Is it really you?", Christine looked at Cleveland.
"I am the resurrection and the light. I am the benediction and of faith.", Cleveland mocked the human bible.
Christine was not amuzed. Felicity could see the tension. She walked over with a couple of glasses of Vulcan Port. She looked at the pair, "Please, its a club, enjoy yourselves."
"Ms. T'Nley is so uptight, she could not enjoy herself at Mardi Gras.", Cleveland mocked.
Christine snarled at Cleveland, "Forgive me. I am in the presence of a man who has tried to bring down the Phoenix Colony. I am in the presence of a man who represents the symbol of the crimes that have become a scar on the utopia created by Tim Veltkamp and William Hunt. You make me sick. You flaunt your ability to manipulate the system. You condone these hogs getting fat off Caitian prostitution and you stand here without regard for any loses. I am not uptight, Mr. Powers. I am disgusted."
Cleveland laughed an evil laugh. Felicity wanted to break the tension, "It is a contest, are there any takers?"
Cleveland glared at Christine, "After Felicity and I tore it up on the first night, it is clear that there are no takers. The old Commodore and his freak were hardly a match for the Antican Aristocrats putting on a display that only serves to prove the elite species on the colony are the Anticans."
Christine held her tongue. It would not be very lady like or very Vulcan to speak out. She secretly wanted to lash out at the Antican crime lord. Christine was startled when the red cloak was draped over her back.
"And where are you headed tonight?", the Antican voice boomed.
Christine turned around to see Rover Powers, "I am off to see my grandmother."
"Perhaps we could dance our way there.", Rover offered.
"Perhaps we shall.", Christine smiled. All too often, she was the heavy on the colony. She was the one who pointed out the foibles of others. She was the one who scolded people on their behavior.
Christine literally felt her humanity soar as she was tossed around the dance floor by the powerful Rover Powers. She had lived in her Vulcan-Romulan skin for too long. It was time for her humanity to show through.
Rover and Christine twirled the dance floor with a beauty and romance that could have filled 10 clubs. Rover dipped her as the Cole Commune erupted in cheers and clapping.
Cleveland walked over, "You know, this only serves to prove my point. The Anticans are the better species."
Rover bared his teeth and growled.
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