11-02-2025, 03:00 AM
A’kilees made his way into the crowded crew mess hall. This was his first formal event since coming aboard the Zephyr so he had dressed the part although he felt a bit silly wearing his formal uniform. A’kilees felt much more comfortable in his work uniform than this stuffy outfit, heck he began to feel that a cramped jefferies tube would be far more comfortable to be in rather than constantly bumping into people at a party due to his size. Carefully, he navigated his way through the bustling crowd of officers and crewman towards an open spot at the bar where a female Bolian bartender stood behind the bar serving two officers. She noticed the saurian and walked up to greet him.
“Good evening.” said the bartender “I’m Moxi, can I get you something? A glass of saurian brandy perhaps, Midshipman?” she asked.
“A’kilees, and no I grew up on that stuff.” A’kilees joked “I think I’ll start with an Old-Fashioned and we’ll see where the night goes.”
“Coming right up.” Moxi smiled and walked away to make the drink. A’kilees took a moment to look around the room while he waited. He recognized Cmdr. Ameen and Lt. Cmdr. Keir 77 talking to a rather flamboyantly dressed Trill gentleman, other than that he recognized various members of the bridge crew standing and listening nearby. A’kilees noticed a particularly familiar face in the crowd listening to the extravagant Trill; Michael Brennan, who had graduated along with him this year at the Academy. Their social circles rarely intersected besides the occasional class together but they were at least acquaintances to some degree.
Better find a chance to go say hello when he’s not busy.
“Here’s your drink! Enjoy!” Moxi had returned with a lowball glass filled with a smooth dark brown liquid, a large ice cube and a strip of orange zest. A’kilees grabbed his glass and raised it, cheering the bartender in gratitude and turned away from the bar. He had a sniff of the cocktail, took a sip of his drink and winced slightly.
Ugh, synthetic bourbon whiskey. A’kilees thought disappointedly. Guess I’ll have to ask if they have some real stuff next time. He contemplated the bottle of Aldebaran whiskey hidden away in his quarters while he swirled his current drink around. Perhaps an after party drink was in order after the event. A’kilees looked around for a table in the crowded room. A sparsely filled table with a few crewmen occupied it but looked like a good space to join in. Making his way through the crowd once again until he arrived at the table.
“Excuse me everyone, may I sit with you?” he asked the members of the table.
== Tag Charlotte Dawes, Isabel Molina, Tom Krandall ==
“Good evening.” said the bartender “I’m Moxi, can I get you something? A glass of saurian brandy perhaps, Midshipman?” she asked.
“A’kilees, and no I grew up on that stuff.” A’kilees joked “I think I’ll start with an Old-Fashioned and we’ll see where the night goes.”
“Coming right up.” Moxi smiled and walked away to make the drink. A’kilees took a moment to look around the room while he waited. He recognized Cmdr. Ameen and Lt. Cmdr. Keir 77 talking to a rather flamboyantly dressed Trill gentleman, other than that he recognized various members of the bridge crew standing and listening nearby. A’kilees noticed a particularly familiar face in the crowd listening to the extravagant Trill; Michael Brennan, who had graduated along with him this year at the Academy. Their social circles rarely intersected besides the occasional class together but they were at least acquaintances to some degree.
Better find a chance to go say hello when he’s not busy.
“Here’s your drink! Enjoy!” Moxi had returned with a lowball glass filled with a smooth dark brown liquid, a large ice cube and a strip of orange zest. A’kilees grabbed his glass and raised it, cheering the bartender in gratitude and turned away from the bar. He had a sniff of the cocktail, took a sip of his drink and winced slightly.
Ugh, synthetic bourbon whiskey. A’kilees thought disappointedly. Guess I’ll have to ask if they have some real stuff next time. He contemplated the bottle of Aldebaran whiskey hidden away in his quarters while he swirled his current drink around. Perhaps an after party drink was in order after the event. A’kilees looked around for a table in the crowded room. A sparsely filled table with a few crewmen occupied it but looked like a good space to join in. Making his way through the crowd once again until he arrived at the table.
“Excuse me everyone, may I sit with you?” he asked the members of the table.
== Tag Charlotte Dawes, Isabel Molina, Tom Krandall ==