06-12-2024, 12:36 AM
News of another party had been very gratefully received by Beka. Since the much-needed spinal surgery right at the start of leave, the redhead had a real spring in her step. She also felt like she had a lot to catch up with, and she was going to start right now.
The doctor actually knew some Korean and had been to Seoul a few times in her taekwon-do journey. She hadn’t had the chance to properly immerse herself in the culture, but she’d had a rummage through mythology for some inspiration. Beka still enjoyed manipulating replicator patterns to make her own clothing designs, and she’d wanted to make something for the occasion. She’d found what she was looking for when she came across the sinuous Korean dragons.
The black dress she was wearing was long-sleeved and modest by her standards, with a high neckline and the diagonal hem halfway down the shin of her right leg and rising diagonally to just above her left knee, with a split to the middle of her thigh and paired with some calf height boots with a slight heel.
But it was the bright and vivid image of a dragon that really caught the eye. She’d worked hard on the colours, choosing really vibrant shades of yellow and orange to really make it pop against the dark background of the dress. The dragon’s tail started level with her right knee and wound its body around her legs, hips and back, the creature having exactly 81 spines to tie in with the myth. The beast’s neck started from under her left arm and the stylised head went across her chest. Beka had tied her ginger hair into a carefully layered ponytail, and the end of the ponytail hung down on her right where the dragon would be breathing fire.
Typical that me and Aeryn got different memos Sydesh thought as she approached. The two entered at the same time and took a look around.
"Wow impressive. I've never seen the lounge looking this good,” said the new CSO.
“Yeah. Someone definitely put the effort in!” Beka replied. She went for the table of drinks, but the familiar face of the FO cut across her.
“Hey, lemme know if you need something to wet your whistle,” Damian said, barely holding onto his chuckle. “Cause there’s plenty of drinks I think you’d like on that table over there…”
He tried to quickly move onto Aeryn, hoping that flattering Beka’s girlfriend would somehow keep the fiery redhead from biting back. That was never going to happen - the wicked grin on the doctor’s lips said she was ready to spar.
“Oh yeah. I had my eye on a nice 15-year-old whiskey, but I think it might be a bit old for your tastes,” Beka replied. “Still. I won’t drink it myself. Me and alcohol isn’t the most obvious inappropriate relationship in the room, but it’s up there.”
She winked mischievously and reached out for a can of soda.
== Back atcha boss man.
==
The doctor actually knew some Korean and had been to Seoul a few times in her taekwon-do journey. She hadn’t had the chance to properly immerse herself in the culture, but she’d had a rummage through mythology for some inspiration. Beka still enjoyed manipulating replicator patterns to make her own clothing designs, and she’d wanted to make something for the occasion. She’d found what she was looking for when she came across the sinuous Korean dragons.
The black dress she was wearing was long-sleeved and modest by her standards, with a high neckline and the diagonal hem halfway down the shin of her right leg and rising diagonally to just above her left knee, with a split to the middle of her thigh and paired with some calf height boots with a slight heel.
But it was the bright and vivid image of a dragon that really caught the eye. She’d worked hard on the colours, choosing really vibrant shades of yellow and orange to really make it pop against the dark background of the dress. The dragon’s tail started level with her right knee and wound its body around her legs, hips and back, the creature having exactly 81 spines to tie in with the myth. The beast’s neck started from under her left arm and the stylised head went across her chest. Beka had tied her ginger hair into a carefully layered ponytail, and the end of the ponytail hung down on her right where the dragon would be breathing fire.
Typical that me and Aeryn got different memos Sydesh thought as she approached. The two entered at the same time and took a look around.
"Wow impressive. I've never seen the lounge looking this good,” said the new CSO.
“Yeah. Someone definitely put the effort in!” Beka replied. She went for the table of drinks, but the familiar face of the FO cut across her.
“Hey, lemme know if you need something to wet your whistle,” Damian said, barely holding onto his chuckle. “Cause there’s plenty of drinks I think you’d like on that table over there…”
He tried to quickly move onto Aeryn, hoping that flattering Beka’s girlfriend would somehow keep the fiery redhead from biting back. That was never going to happen - the wicked grin on the doctor’s lips said she was ready to spar.
“Oh yeah. I had my eye on a nice 15-year-old whiskey, but I think it might be a bit old for your tastes,” Beka replied. “Still. I won’t drink it myself. Me and alcohol isn’t the most obvious inappropriate relationship in the room, but it’s up there.”
She winked mischievously and reached out for a can of soda.
== Back atcha boss man.
==