~snip~

“Hm. I’m a fan of Glitch Punk if they have any. The rock music with the computer glitch sounds? And feel free to call me Kast, Satyol’s my family name.” A bajoran family name, at that.

As for the music choice, was definitely a change from all the classical and “cultural” music he’d been listening to at the Academy for four years, that was sure.

Cadet Satyol Kastyi

“Something a little… quieter would be nice. Not like, classical, but like, I dunno pop-y or R&B or something,” Mika suggested, though once she heard Kastyi’s suggestion, she said, “Well, that might be okay, too.” She was still quite shaken up from her… conversation with Trenton.

~ Cadet Tandra Mika, Doctor

Winston hopped from his seat and meandered over to the jukebox. “Let’s see what we’ve got here…” He said as he inspected the available songs.

~Cadet Winston Greiss, Engineer

The jukebox offered only an abbreviated selection of tracks: a Sinatra song titled You’ll Never Know, Open Your Eyes, They, All Around You and a blues track named Wake Up Everybody.

Meanwhile, on the steps outside, Aili was preparing to re-enter the bar. She was still embarassed by how slow she had moved with Mika, having seen what she just had, and dreading having her fear confirmed; that being the bond she had been forming with the other cadet having been swept aside by Trenton’s more efficient advances. Bringing herself to her feet, she quickly desended the steps and crouched before a puddle. With no regard for the supposed dirtiness of the holographic water, she splashed a little on her face. She then turned, jogged back up the stairs while patting her face dry on her sleeve, and pushed through the door.

Cadet McMorran - Science

Greiss groaned as he saw the available songs. “Typical…” He muttered. It was something that always bugged him about Starfleet computers and facilities. They never had music past the 1950’s already loaded in. A fascination shared between all Starfleet system programmers? Who knows? The stuck up admirals probably ate this stuff up. No space for fun or high energy music when you’re grumpily giving orders, he mused. But… Sinatra was Sinatra, and rock certainly wouldn’t alleviate any stress with Mika, so he’d have to settle. He pressed in on the button adjacent to the plaque labeled ‘You’ll Never Know’, and intently watched as the holographic imitation of machinery whirred about, and moved a record into place.

~Cadet Winston Greiss, Engineer

Hayley wandered over to the bar and climbed onto an available stool. “I’d like a ginger ale please,” She requested when the bartender looked her way. She glanced over toward the jukebox as the music started. She knew she’d seen the cadet standing there around the ship but couldn’t yet put a name to the face. So far she really hadn’t had many opportunities to meet anyone other then her CO.

Cadet Marshall, Doctor

“Sinatra, huh?” Mika asked as Greiss put the record on. “I can respect that.” She was definitely winding down, and she finally ordered herself a soda to drink. And then she noticed Aili at the door, and she turned so quickly, she immediately knocked the soda over, spilling the contents of the glass all over her own lap and all over Hayley’s. The glass rolled off the counter, smashing on the floor. The bar table had gotten a good dousing, too. “Crap! Sorry! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to knock that over…” she said to Hayley, snatching napkins out of a napkin holder on the counter. She began trying to blot up the table, ignoring the wetness of her own clothes in a hurried attempt to make sure no more of the sticky liquid dripped onto Hayley’s clothes. She glanced briefly at Aili, but then she looked away, her face flushing a bright red. She’d made an absolute fool of herself, and she felt like she’d never live this down.

~ Cadet Tandra Mika, Doctor

Hayley startled and let out an undignified squeak as the cold soda hit her lap, then grabbed a few napkins herself and started to help clean up, “Oh, don’t worry about it at all, at home I was always getting splashed with paint or linseed oil, this will at least be easy to clean up.” She looked up and noticed the expression on Mika’s face, “Is everything alright?”

Cadet Marshall, Doctor

Not exactly music he could dance to, Kast decided. Ah well, it wasn’t his party. He killed his root beer, then drummed his hands lightly on the bartop, debating what to do next. He was forever being told to socialize, so maybe there was someone here to have a chat with.

Cadet Satyol, Scientist

Noticing that Cadet Mika’s attention had gone elsewhere, Hayley had a look around to see who else was about. She noticed the Catian first, he did kinda stick out after all, and he also looked a bit lost so she moved to the stool next to him. “Hello.” She offered her hand, “I’m Hayley, I don’t think we’ve met yet.”

Cadet Marshall, Doctor