"Sorry, Apollo."
"Right."
/Snort/
"Shut up, Boomer." Turning to Apollo. "I'll pay you back next payday."
"No."
A beat. "No?"
"No. Next payday you'll be paying me back what you owe me from ... wait a micron, let me figure it out ... three furlongs ago."
/Snort/
"Shut up, Boomer." Turning to Apollo, incredulous. "You keep *records*?"
"Yes."
/Sigh/ "Well, put it on my bill."
"No."
"*No?*"
"You getting hard of hearing, Bucko?"
"Shut *up*, Boomer!"
Rustle of paper. "Sign this."
/Gulp/
/Snicker/
"Shut up, Boomer!" More rustling. "This is a joke, right?"
"No joke."
"But ..."
"You agreed to pay me back, right?"
/Swallow/ "Ye-es, but ..."
"I didn't specify a payment method, did I?"
"No, but ..."
"Well, now I am."
"But I thought ..."
"Next time don't think - ask."
"Don't I have any choice?"
"Sure. You can pay me back right now."
"You know I'm completely tapped out."
"I can take it to Colonel Tigh for breach of contract."
"You wouldn't!"
"Try me. Or you can sign here, agreeing to this ... alternate form of payment."
Beat. "You had this all planned, didn't you?"
"Obviously."
"How could you know my system wouldn't work?"
/Snort/
"Shut up, Boomer." /Sigh/ "Okay, give me a stylus.
Sound of stylus scratching paper.
Sound of paper being folded. "Thank you. Now strip."
/Strangled gasp/ "Now? Here? Apollo, you can't be serious!"
Sound of paper being unfolded. Reading. "Service to be provided on demand during borrower's off-duty hours until payment in full has been made. Rate of payment calculated at rate of pay of borrower."
"But ..."
"You are off-duty and I am demanding service."
"But ..."
Silence.
Sounds of velcro opening, cloth rustling.
"Stand ... there."
"But that's in the middle of the ..."
Silence.
Padding of bare feet.
Sound of bodies turning in seats. Murmurs of appreciation.
"Perform for me."
Whisper. "Please, Apollo."
"Now."
Beat. Whimper. Sigh. Sound of flesh rubbing flesh, slow and uneven at first, becoming more rhythmic and faster. Whimpers, turning into low moans.
Sounds of bodies squirming and rearranging themselves in seats.
Steady, rhythmic stroking sounds. Continous moaning.
Multiple, simultaneous moans, male and female voices.
"Approaching Galactica. Prepare for landing."
Pleading. "'Pollo?"
"Come now."
Sobbing gasp. Brief, swallowed cry. Sound of body collapsing to floor.
Multiple, simultaneous gasps, male and female.
"Passengers may now debark."
"I'll expect you in my quarters as soon as you've cleaned up here." Sound of rustling clothing. "I'll take these for you."
Sounds of boots, receding.
Voice from hatch. "Look on the bright side, Bucko. You won't have any trouble financing your Pyramid systems after this."
"Shut up, Boomer."
End