Crashing the pad (Tag Randy, Closed Thread)

Posted Oct. 24, 2021, 5:41 p.m. by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Ensign Randal ‘Randy’ Farquharson (Head Nurse) in Crashing the pad (Tag Randy, Closed Thread)

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Crashing the pad (Tag Randy, Closed Thread)

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Crashing the pad (Tag Randy, Closed Thread)

When Randy got back to their quarters that day, it would be rather obvious that Rand wanted a favor. She’d managed to not only have his favorite whisky to add to his Scottish coffee, but she had his favorite meal as well. AND she’d had all his clothes laundered and that softener added that he loved the scent of so much. But the cherry on top of the whipped cream on top of the cake, was a plate of fresh baked Scottish scones, and not just any scones but their grandmother’s recipe.

As he walked in the door Rand looked up from her desk, “Hi Randy! How was your day? Any gossip to share? Are you hungry? I have dinner!”

Rand, sister needing a favor

Randy entered the quarters after a long day, plenty of irritations and more than enough problems with persons guilty of not following safety protocols! He walked in and let out a sigh that would knock over anyone in the room till he was stopped in his tracks. There was something…wrong… Not bad wrong, but out of the ordinary. He smelled the blend of food, spiked coffee, scones, and clean laundry heavenly. “Rand.... you doing ok?” He said before he heard her barrage of questions. He let a smile form on the corners of his lips as he said “Oh do I have stories to tell, and you know I could eat a horse! Let me get some of that coffee in me and I’ll spill the tea.”

Randy, brother able to offer a favor

Rand grabbed a coffee off the counter and set it down on Randy’s bedside table, because she knew, no matter how much Randy loved those boots, they were coming off after a long shift. Then she reached into the dresser and tossed him his favorite chocolate hued satin nightgown. Then she grabbed the plate of scones off the table and brought them around setting them next to the coffee. Then back she went and on a tray set on the bed next to him was his favorite dinner, she picked up her own coffee and curled up on her bed and sipped it while he began to spill.

Rand listened while Randy gushed about his day and laughed at the antics. But she could tell some of it was frustrating for him. The lack of caution and some blatant ignoring of safety protocols. Randy and Alden had no idea how much they really were alike. But that brought her back to exactly why she was buttering her brother up. And from the look on Randy’s face he knew what she was doing, and that look of his never failed to get her to spill. “I need a favor and it’s really important, and it’s not really a favor to me but for someone else. And it’s really important, and you are the only one who can do it. I know you don’t really want to hang out with this person, but this is why you wanted to come out here, serve on a ship Randy so…please?”


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