"Wow!" A green skinned, red headed girl named Moira commented with a smile as she leant against the door frame in an over sized t shirt with the Starfleet logo on the front of it.

Mel turned around and looked at her friend. "What?" She asked, arching her eyebrow before turning back and looking at the mirror that was just above the sink in the refresher that was adjacent to the bedrooms in the quarters that she shared with said friend.

"You're going on an actual date with Spock," her friend beamed proudly. 

Mel felt her cheeks start to turn red. "Yeah, I am," she blinked. "He swims in my blood, if that makes sense."

"You old romantic," her friend smirked.
Mel let out a laugh, taking a comb and running it through her hair, making a face as it de tangled it. "Ouch. Who ever said that having curly hair was a blessing never had to actually deal with it," she grit her teeth, finally finishing combing her hair out and pulling it back into a pony tail.

"You should let your hair stay down."

"You think so?"

Her friend nodded. "I know so," she smiled sweetly. "You look way better with it down. Plus, its not good to always have your hair in a  ponytail. Causes more breakage ".

"Since when did you become an expert on hair?" Mel asked as she headed out of the refresher and into her room to finish getting ready.

"Since you kept getting knots in your hair every day," Moira said as she followed Mel. Sitting on Mel's bed, she crossed her legs, watching as Mel went through her closet to try and find something.

Finally, after a few minutes of looking, Mel pulled out a light blue dress and matching shoes. Spinning around, she put the dress up underneath her chin. "What do you think?"

"I love it!"