Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Deck 5, Faye’s Quarters- Pizza Night

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Wynter (Chief Engineer / 2nd Officer) in Deck 5, Faye’s Quarters- Pizza Night

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Deck 5, Faye’s Quarters- Pizza Night
Posted by… suppressed (1) by the Post Ghost! 👻
OOC: This is definitely before Mama-dearest shows up and the whole current Ready Room thread.
IC:
Okay, she could do this, right? It was just a casual invitation since she felt that things had gone in a very awkward direction since the incident in the jefferies tube. Ulterior motives aside, it was much easier for her to be social on a smaller scale and, well, she knew these three people. They weren’t strangers to her and were (mostly) well aware of the often ticking time-bomb that was Faye Calloway.

So she sent the first message with a grin, thinking in the very least it would be sort of funny:

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To: Lieutenant Commander Wynter, Maxwell and Lieutenant Wynter, Jasmine.
From Lieutenant Calloway, Faye.

Re: Pizza Night

Okay, so it’s about time I paid up, right Max? I clearly owe you pizza even though it wasn’t my fault. Still I can admit when I’ve lost the bargain. And Jas, well, I can’t very well leave you out of the fun (or torture, depending on your point of view), now can I? I might invite another person as well, so we can evaluate my pizza making skills fairly.

Friday. 1900 Hours. My place.

~Faye

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She hit send and smirked. Okay, it was either trying to hard, or funny. She never could quite tell, but at least she had a reasonable expectation they would come. If not, well… this was going to be awkward.

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To: Captain Cochrane, Alexander
From Lieutenant Calloway, Faye.

Re: Pizza Night

So, long story short, Max Wynter and I had a bargain about my little installation project. Which I lost and now I owe him freshly made pizza. Lucky for him (and his wife), I actually can cook. It occurred to me as well that I owe you something for having a part of ship blow up even if it wasn’t actuallymy fault. Still, you’re more than welcome to join us. If you’re worried about food poisoning, don’t worry I’ve got a doctor on hand.

Friday. 1900 Hours. My place.

~Faye

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Her finger hovered over the screen and was about to erase it all and not bother. But she squeezed her eyes and told the computer to send it. It was gone, into the abyss of data. Too late to change her mind now. Well she could, but then they would all know she had chickened out.

Ah well, she’d been proven a fool before and the stakes on this evening were relatively low.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

The comms remained quiet for a few moments, then a text-only reply came through.

=^= I’ll be there. Thanks for the invite.

Cochrane =^=

Cochrane, CO

Max had walked into his quarters, paused and looked around. Jasmine wasn’t back from her shift yet so he had time to shower and change, then relax slightly before settling in for the night. Dropping his tunic jacket over the back of the nearest dining table chair and kicking off his shoes, which he made sure went behind the sofa and not visible from the doorway he began to hum to himself a tune that he had in mind, it was a catchy tune from the latest in galactic rubbish reality-TV that he had promised Jasmine he would watch an episode of, and tonight was going to be the night when he would watch it and make her watch it with him. Something called The Gorn King, if he remembered right but really he didn’t care. What he really wanted was an excuse to sit down beside Jaz and put his arm around her.

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The other side of the ship
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Jasmine pulled on her coat leaving her office. She checked her watch seeing she had just enough time to get back to their quarters, shower, and head out to the pizza part at Faye’s. Jasmine loved first dates especially when they weren’t hers. The night held so much promise. With a spring in her step, Jasmine pressed the turbo console to speed her way home. She had prepped Max but not exactly in the most forward method. Jasmine bit her lip as her mind flew with thoughts as fast at the numbers rising with the level of the floors. Only now had Jasmine began to thing Max might not see it as fun as she did but it was not like they had anything else planned. It would be a surprise. They needed more spontaneous things in their life to get them out of the rut of coming home and snuggling on the couch. In fact, a few nights ago Max said they needed to spice things up a bit and a double date with the captain and Faye fit that bill.
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Dropping his work belt on the coffee table as he passed it, Max headed for the shower. It wasn’t long later that he was out and dressed, and picked up one of the PaDD’s they had for personal use as he sat down on the sofa and put his feet on the coffee table, accidentally knocking his work belt off of it but deciding he would pick that up in a moment. Turning the PaDD on, he scanned the messages they had received. Skipping the ones from both his mother and Jasmine’s mother he followed the list down and though that he really, really needed to take both he and Jaz off the mailing lists for all these shopping and news network sites.

A message from Faye popped up and he skipped that too, he was off-duty after all. Then a message from Jasmine came into view and he smiled, touching the screen to go straight into it. I knew you would skip it, so now I know you’ve opened it, you can read it and reply for us was the subject line and Max raised an eyebrow as he scanned down the page, noting that Jasmine had simply forwarded him Faye’s message from above that he had skipped knowing he wouldn’t read it straight away.

“Oh you evil witch,” he muttered to himself. “That was sneaky, alright let’s see what she says.” Max read the message for a few moments and then looked up and out the window for a moment. Pizza and socializing or The Gorn King and a couch with Jasmine? Tough choice. Hitting reply, Max began to respond:

To: Lieutenant Calloway, Faye.
From Lieutenant Commander Wynter, Maxwell.

Re: Pizza Night

Hi Faye, thanks for the invite, Jaz and I are so pleased you invited us for pizza but we have to decline. We have a prior engagement with a video conference regarding some details of our marital contract that our mothers want to discuss. Something about kids being part of the deal or something, I forget. Anyway I would rather have pizza but according to Mintaran contract law article 4834 page 37 subsection 72d I have to attend or spend a week with her mother in a term we call Social Familiarization. It’s a term we Mintarans shudder at. Mainly the husbands for some reason.

Thank you for the invite though, lets try for another night.

~Max W

Reading it again, Max nodded at an excuse well written and raised his hand to give a small flourish as he pressed send, but before his hand descended, the door to their quarters slid open with the announcing swoosh of fate. Max closed his eyes, maybe he could hit send before fate intervened.

Lt Cmdr Wynter, CE

“Oh my god thank you. I didn’t get a chance to reply we are coming and I can’t believe it,” Jasmine crossed the room wrapping her arms around Max’s neck. “You are ready. We only have about thirty minutes and when we are sharing showers we never get out on time,” she nuzzled his neck giving him a soft kiss. Jasmine inhaled deeply smelling Max’s cologne and aftershave. “You know I am going to have a hard time keeping my hands off you. I mean I can barely do it now but you need to get dressed and out of those sweatpants. I am going to go get a shower and you can zip me up. Think of it as a practice to unzip it later,” she whispered in his ear. “Now hit send but tell her we will be about five minutes late but we will bring the wine,” she kissed him again on the neck before walking sultrily to the bedroom. Stopping at the door she spun around smiling at him. “If you are fast you might see me in a towel,” she winked. “This is going to be a great night.

“I know, I can’t wait, right.” Max smiled back and watched Jasmine walk into the bedroom. The moment the doors closed behind her he threw his head back, opened his mouth in a silent scream and beat the cushion next to him with vigor. Looking at the PaDD he sulkily picked it up, pressed delete and made the needed adjustments.

To: Lieutenant Calloway, Faye.
From Lieutenant Commander Wynter, Maxwell.

Hi Faye, thanks for the invite, Jaz and I are so happy to accept and see you tonight. We will be a few minutes late but don’t worry, we will bring the wine and beer.

See you soon.

~Max and Jaz

Hitting send, Max put the PaDD on the coffee table and ran his hands over his face. “Really Jasmine, really.” He sighed, and then grinned and looked at the door to their bedroom. Then he grinned. “Well, I better go and get out of these sweatpants.”

Pushing himself to his feet he almost ran through the door to their bedroom, hardly waiting for it to open completely as he did so and began to remove his sweatpants. A squealing laugh came from Jasmine as the doors closed but as they did, a form materialized on the couch.

“Well dang-diddly doodly,” Bob muttered equally as sulkily as Max had been moments before. “Anyone would think those two just don’t want kids, and I was so looking forward to watching The Gorn King. Well, I better fill out tonights report for their mothers, a night of socializing and dinner dates.” Another laugh came from Jasmine in the bedroom, this one slightly muffled. “Oh get a room,” Bob threw out to the universe as he typed out the report, and turned on the screen to treat himself to the first episode of the show.

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1951 hours Faye’s Quarters
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“So let’s tell her the turbos were wonky,” Jasmine rehearsed their story adjusting her blue dress. The color was Max’s favorite and that was why she was wearing it. “I mean if you had not helped me getting dressed,” she gave him a sultry side glance, “we would have been on time.” She punctuated the sentence with a slight hip bump letting him know she was only playfully teasing him. “This is going to be awesome,” she gestured to the console for him to activate the door control.

Jasmine Wynter CMO

“I’m not saying the Turbo’s were wonky, that’s what I do for a living love,” Max explained slowly, not because he was trying to be clear but more because he was waiting for his heart rate to settle. “Besides, I had to practise with that zip, I don’t want to get it wrong later.” He gave Jasmine his own side glance and hip bump, slightly harder than she had given him. He still hadn’t forgotten how she dragged him out tonight and depending on how the night went she would owe him in all sorts of ways he planned to collect on.

Shifting the bottle of wine to under the arm that he held the 6 pack of beer in, Max reached out and hit the door chime. “Ok, lets do the thing,” he said and looked at Jasmine properly. “You know you are so damn gorgeous in that dress?”

Lr Cmdr Wynter, CE