Sara

“Nice going!” Sara mumbles to Brad, kicking some of the vomit off her shoes. It’s a pity too as they were the only pair she had brought with her. She sighs. She is really getting sick of him, well getting sick.

“What the hell are you two doing down here,” the security guard yells again. “This place is authorised personal only.”

“There’s no sign,” Sara says with a shrug. Of course she still knew they were probably not allowed down here. It takes one look at the hall and anyone would be able to tell. It’s common knowledge, but they could still easily win if this was to go to court.

“Listen,” Sara says trying to save them from being kicked over board. She wonders if they have a plank for them to walk. She wouldn’t be surprised seeing as this ship seems to be prehistoric. “We are sorry. We’ll j…”

She trails off, as her brother has just walked into the room, and with a girl who is very much not his girlfriend. Andy see’s her as well and the way his face drains of all color tells her this girl is anything but a new acquaintance.

“Sara?” He asks his voice squeaking a bit at the ‘a’.

She doesn’t answer, just glares at him, her arms crossing over her chest.

“Why are all you kids in here!” the security guard screams.

“Hey Andy,” Brad mumbles from the floor. “Nice shoes.”

“Uh, thanks Brad,” Andy doesn’t seem surprised with Brad sprawled on the floor- the girl does though. Andy has seen Brad like this- joined in as well- too many times to ever be surprised by it. “Drunk, I see.”

“Indubitably good man!”

Brad is laughing now. Loud laughter too, just what she needs! It’s all making Sara’s head hurt more then it already was. And as she looks toward the security guy she notices he is starting to resemble a tomato more then a man.

She doesn’t care though. She is too pissed at her brother. She walks over and grabs his arm, ignoring his cry of protest. She leads them away from the group and then lets go of his arm, and then punching his shoulder hard.

“Ow!” he cries out rubbing his arm already, “What was that for?!”

“You know what?!”

“No I don’t!”

“Yes, you do!”

“No…”

“Don’t play dumb with me.”

A loud whistle causes her- and everyone else- to look at the SG (thinking Security Guard so much is starting to annoy her) again. He is so pissed now, she surprised steam isn’t coming from his ears.

“Now, I’m going to say this once more, and then I’m getting someone down here! GET…”

“Oops!”

“Fuck no!” he screams throwing his hands over his face. Three new people have walked into the cargo bay, Sara notices. They are two guys (a hottie, looking to be in his early thirties, and a red headed boy of maybe thirteen), and a woman in her thirties, mid twenties at the least, who is defiantly related to the boy as they look exactly alike except the girls hair is a lot longer, and of course has breasts. The kid has a huge smile on his face even though he is being restrained by the girls grip on the back of his ACDC tee shirt. The girl looks mortified. And the guy looks amused, but too be honest, Sara’s too interested in the six-pack he’s holding.