05-30-2024, 07:11 PM
This was something Artie referred to as “mandatory fun.” It was a mission briefing and a crew dinner with the Captain all rolled into one - not something she was looking forward to. A mission briefing Art would welcome. A dinner with the Captain, she would be on her best behavior for. An open-invitation crew dinner, that could be a lot of fun. But all of those? Art was on alert.
She wasn’t the first one to turn up, and mentally kicked herself for it. She knew it was due to her reluctance to go, but how would it look if the Chief of Security was absent? The only acceptable reason would be for her to be restrained in Sickbay, and though she and the CMO were friends, she didn’t think this was the kind of favor she needed right now.
When Art walked in, she noticed the seating arrangements; she noticed the name placards, as well. Instead of groaning, she pushed her tongue against the back of her teeth, then tipped her chin up, straightening her spine as the doors swooshed shut behind her. Beinn is here, she surveyed, after a nod hello to the Captain. T'Lari… new Chief of Science, Qi… Black… that Engineering newbie, what was his name? Something human… Turner! Aha, and my new Middie, West.
The last person she saw made her feel a bit at ease - the poor young girl probably felt just as much obligation to be here, albeit probably more nervous about the whole thing. But at least Art wouldn’t be the only Security officer here. She did her best to meander to the bar - it didn’t look good on anybody for the COS to make a beeline for the bar. “Good evening, Chief.” The bartender said evenly. “What’ll it be?”
Knowing that anything she ordered would be a “mocktail” (and not really keen to being altered in any way, especially in uniform), Art ordered a strawberry margarita. It came in a classic margarita glass, and the top-heavy drink settled in the fist she made in order to hold it.
“Didn’t know Klingons drank margaritas.” The bartender teased, smiling.
“Don’t start with me,” Art threw back, though she was smiling as well. She moved away from the bar after taking a big sip, reducing her drink by a third. “I’ll be back.” She added, moving now towards the table that had her placemat. She wanted to see who she was sitting near.
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She wasn’t the first one to turn up, and mentally kicked herself for it. She knew it was due to her reluctance to go, but how would it look if the Chief of Security was absent? The only acceptable reason would be for her to be restrained in Sickbay, and though she and the CMO were friends, she didn’t think this was the kind of favor she needed right now.
When Art walked in, she noticed the seating arrangements; she noticed the name placards, as well. Instead of groaning, she pushed her tongue against the back of her teeth, then tipped her chin up, straightening her spine as the doors swooshed shut behind her. Beinn is here, she surveyed, after a nod hello to the Captain. T'Lari… new Chief of Science, Qi… Black… that Engineering newbie, what was his name? Something human… Turner! Aha, and my new Middie, West.
The last person she saw made her feel a bit at ease - the poor young girl probably felt just as much obligation to be here, albeit probably more nervous about the whole thing. But at least Art wouldn’t be the only Security officer here. She did her best to meander to the bar - it didn’t look good on anybody for the COS to make a beeline for the bar. “Good evening, Chief.” The bartender said evenly. “What’ll it be?”
Knowing that anything she ordered would be a “mocktail” (and not really keen to being altered in any way, especially in uniform), Art ordered a strawberry margarita. It came in a classic margarita glass, and the top-heavy drink settled in the fist she made in order to hold it.
“Didn’t know Klingons drank margaritas.” The bartender teased, smiling.
“Don’t start with me,” Art threw back, though she was smiling as well. She moved away from the bar after taking a big sip, reducing her drink by a third. “I’ll be back.” She added, moving now towards the table that had her placemat. She wanted to see who she was sitting near.
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