04-22-2024, 07:15 PM
The Commander turned, and for a fleeting moment his gaze met hers. They had never got on with each other. From the moment she'd set foot on his bridge, she'd sensed his dislike from from the out.
The last mission when sides were taken. She had stood against him was likely the last straw metaphorically. Her own frustrations maybe having jaded her judgement somewhat.
There was no other acknowledgement from him, he'd already turned his attention to the new senior officer. Black took a slow step back to give them space while the two spoke.
In the noise and bustle of the bar, without her charge now, or her wingman, Maz glanced over to d'Tor'an who herself had sided with the Commander. She couldn't read the Klingon woman's expression. But it too could been one of mistrust.
Half a beat later, and she would have turned and left. But a small glass of something appeared in her hand. She sniffed it. It smelled... She didn't know what it smelled of. Spices? Herbs? It had a slight yellowish-green tint to it.
It was then that Papaver reappeared, and seeing that there was an unclaimed glass of the same thing for her, necked the drink in one. Then seeing that Black was still looking at hers said; “Nepata Tea. Think of it as Caitian Kombucha. Drink it quickly so it doesn't touch your tongue.”
Black looked at her briefly, raised the glass to Qi in thanks, and almost, knocked it back as instructed. The taste was not what she had expected. She seemed to loose the feeling in her throat almost instantly. It was a odd sensation.
“Told ya not to let it touch your tongue.” Said Papaver giving her a smile along with a hand on the shoulder. Then to everyone else. “Next rounds on me. Let's get this party started!”
This had been a cue to a nearby Ferengi waiter who Papaver had moments before slipped a little latinum to to crank up the music and get the lights down low.
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The last mission when sides were taken. She had stood against him was likely the last straw metaphorically. Her own frustrations maybe having jaded her judgement somewhat.
There was no other acknowledgement from him, he'd already turned his attention to the new senior officer. Black took a slow step back to give them space while the two spoke.
In the noise and bustle of the bar, without her charge now, or her wingman, Maz glanced over to d'Tor'an who herself had sided with the Commander. She couldn't read the Klingon woman's expression. But it too could been one of mistrust.
Half a beat later, and she would have turned and left. But a small glass of something appeared in her hand. She sniffed it. It smelled... She didn't know what it smelled of. Spices? Herbs? It had a slight yellowish-green tint to it.
It was then that Papaver reappeared, and seeing that there was an unclaimed glass of the same thing for her, necked the drink in one. Then seeing that Black was still looking at hers said; “Nepata Tea. Think of it as Caitian Kombucha. Drink it quickly so it doesn't touch your tongue.”
Black looked at her briefly, raised the glass to Qi in thanks, and almost, knocked it back as instructed. The taste was not what she had expected. She seemed to loose the feeling in her throat almost instantly. It was a odd sensation.
“Told ya not to let it touch your tongue.” Said Papaver giving her a smile along with a hand on the shoulder. Then to everyone else. “Next rounds on me. Let's get this party started!”
This had been a cue to a nearby Ferengi waiter who Papaver had moments before slipped a little latinum to to crank up the music and get the lights down low.
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