05-12-2024, 02:51 PM
As Artie sat and enjoyed her drinks (provided not-so-eagerly by the Ferengi bartender), she easily switched from firewine to Saurian brandy, back to Klingon bloodwine, and as she had told her First Officer, slowly was getting to the frame of mind she was aiming for.
Well. She thought, turning in her chair slowly as to not get dizzy, I’m more than buzzed now. Trying not to move her head too fast, she saw Lieutenant Black inch towards her, and Art hoped the woman didn’t want to talk. It was hard enough to keep herself seated on this chair. Normally, Klingons were known for their strong constitution, but considering Art did have Human DNA in and, and she had been throwing back the drinks pretty quickly…
The smell of food made Art turn around, though the bartender looked even unhappier to see her face, if that was at all possible. “Mini quiches?” She struggled to ask him. He answered her, though she wasn’t paying any attention to what he was saying.
She took one, and turned to Black, proferring the treat. “Mini… quiches?” Asked the drink Klingon.
==Tag to Black!==
Well. She thought, turning in her chair slowly as to not get dizzy, I’m more than buzzed now. Trying not to move her head too fast, she saw Lieutenant Black inch towards her, and Art hoped the woman didn’t want to talk. It was hard enough to keep herself seated on this chair. Normally, Klingons were known for their strong constitution, but considering Art did have Human DNA in and, and she had been throwing back the drinks pretty quickly…
The smell of food made Art turn around, though the bartender looked even unhappier to see her face, if that was at all possible. “Mini quiches?” She struggled to ask him. He answered her, though she wasn’t paying any attention to what he was saying.
She took one, and turned to Black, proferring the treat. “Mini… quiches?” Asked the drink Klingon.
==Tag to Black!==