The Adventures of the Sulky Slut – Part 3

Part 3

That night, the crew settled in to dinner in the chow hall. Ten men and women clustered around tables and lounge sets, talking and laughing over their plates. The cook, a swarthy man, heaped spaghetti onto a plate emblazoned with a picture of Captain Nole Tachora’s face just as the captain strode into the lowlit room.

“God, why is everything always so dark around here? This isn’t the freaking Nostromo, people,” he said, and palmed the dimmer beside the door. The lights brightened to a horrifying intensity, evoking squeals of protest from the blinded crew. Nole flailed for the control, found it, and dimmed it again. There appeared to be no middle ground in the controls.

“You said you’d get that fixed last month,” a tall, bearded man named Senys said, blinking the lingering brightness out of his vision.

“Wait, isn’t that what you do?” Nole asked.

“Oh… yeah… I’ll get right on that tomorrow,” Senys replied, becoming suddenly interested in his spaghetti.

“Well, I like it. It adds atmosphere,” said a perky young woman, Tera. A few nodded their agreement.

Nole rolled his eyes. Taking his plate, he started to walk back out of the room. He normally dined alone in his quarters; he told his crew he read things like 1984 and Moby Dick over dinner. However, unbeknownst to him, his crew knew that he was really watching cat videos and shark attacks on YouTube.

He stopped, realizing that he hadn’t dined with his crew in a while. Scanning the tables, he saw that Alena sat at a full table. Damn, he thought, and settled for the empty chair beside Tera. She smiled at him, and he smiled back briefly as he turned his head to peek at Alena. The blond young man beside her, Logan, was sitting much too close for Nole’s comfort.

Talk resumed amongst the crew. Tera chatted her pretty little head off to Nole, apparently quite pleased that he had graced her with his presence. He blanked out as well as he could, nodding and saying, “Mm-hmm” at regular intervals, while trying to eavesdrop on Alena and Logan. The sight of them chatting so intimately made him lose his appetite, but he ate all his spaghetti anyway — only because he liked seeing his own face grinning up at him from the middle of his plate.

After dinner, Nole bade an early goodnight to his crew and retired to his quarters. “Gotta finish Metamorphosis,” he told them. When he got to his room, though, he went straight to his computer and searched “cat riding roomba”.

Two hours and one hundred and eighteen cat videos later, he went to bed.

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