<strong>Ensign Brady Vincent with Lieutenant Vergil Tosh</strong><br/><br/>Brady looked down at his empty bowl and picked it up, handing it to Lieutenant Tosh. “Yes, please.” He smiled brightly. “I like anything spicy. The hotter the better.” He nodded. Brady watched as Tosh made his way across the crew lounge.<br/><br/>“Holy shit bricks.” Brady sighed as he imagined the taut body under Tosh’s uniform. A senior officer, quite a few years older, and built like a Greek god. Brady wished he was a higher rank, a little older, and not so damn twinkish. Oh well, at least there was the crew lounge – and Tosh’s trips to sickbay for mending. Brady would be sure to spend as much time as he could in sickbay waiting.<br/><br/>The young nurse stopped thinking the rather mutinous thoughts as Tosh made his way back. Brady then thought momentarily that this could…well it could be…a date. At least in Brady’s own day dreaming.<br/><br/>“So, what’d ya get?” Brady asked excitedly. At least they had food in common.<br/>