Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Erin Hazen (Science Officer) in 6-Forward Lounge (open for all)
Sporting a pink Delta Delta Delta top and a pair of jeans, Erin sat alone at one of the tables. Her red hair framed her face perfectly as she turned a half drank glass in her hands. She looked around at the officers in the lounge — it was already deep into the evening hours and no one had struck a conversation with her.

Back in Los Angeles, Erin knew that the flirty glances she had cast around the room would have already landed her a date, or at least some cute guy for her to have some fun with. However, tonight she was having no luck.

Was that a normal occurrence on Starfleet vessels? She had thought that her experience on board the Dresden had been due to the fact that every crew member on board seemed to be afraid of her sister… and even then she had had Alex, even if that hadn’t turned out exactly as she had expected.

Taking a small sip of her drink, Erin glanced once more around the room. Her mind went to Gavin for a moment, wondering if he was the cause of her lack of success. There was something about him… something she had never felt before. Could other people see it?

Shaking her thoughts away, Erin’s eyes returned to the crew around the room.

Lt. (j.g.) Hazen, Science

Tucked away in his little corner, Jazzin was tapping at his PaDD when his dark eyes fell across the singular figure of Lieutenant Hazen. He regarded her for a moment. She seemed lost in thought, but glanced around now and then.

He wasn’t about to read her mind; telepaths had some decorum … or at least he did. But he could sense something through the bustle of thoughts and emotions … not quite loneliness … but she seemed a social creature, and seeing her sit alone …

Lauren tapped at the PaDD, closing his report for the day and grabbed his drink. Making his way over to where the young woman sat, he inclined his head as he approached. “Good evening, Lieutenant.” He said, a little formally, but not wanting to be too familiar in case she was anything like his boss, where rank and position were very important. “I was just finishing my work and saw you sat; though I might offer you some Betazoid beer.” He gave a slight smile. “Small warning; we aren’t a drinking species so it’s basically soda.” He gave a shrug, wondering what her response would be.

Ens. Lauren
Doctor