The last few days had been running smoothly for the first officer. She was feeling relaxed as she entered the Lounge, she was even smiling. Still in uniform, Qyra took a seat at the bar. “What can I get for you, Sir.” the server asked.

“Pinapple juice and vodka, please.” They didn’t have anything quite like pinapple on her home planet, but she thought they were delicious. “What’s the mood in here tonight?” she asked as he set her drink on the bar.

“Its been pretty quiet. I don’t think we’ve even had a fight in here since…hmmm, three or four weeks, maybe?”

That was difficult to believe. Alcohol had a few different effects on humans, but one of the most common was how argumentative they became. “That’s unusual, isn’t it” She lifted the tumbler to her mouth and enjoyed the first taste of her drink. “Mmmm, so good. You make a mean…does this drink even have a name?”

He smiled and rested his hands on the bar. “Yes it is unusual and yes that drink has a name.” He smiled, making his eyes crinkle at the outer corners.

Nyx llooked at him with brows raised, silently asking him to continue. “I named it for you, Cmdr. It’s call the Frost.” Her brows drew together. “I don’t understand why you chose that name.”

Giving her a flirtatious wink, the server actually grinned. “It’s because of your white hair and blue-green eyes. They make me think of the polar caps back on Earth. Everything there is snowy white, but the water and glaciers have a blue tint to them.” He said it like it made absolute sense, but Qyra wasn’t sold.

“Tell you what, keep thinking. The Frost sounds too ambitious, why not something like a pineapple martini?” As he nodded, she picked up her drink again and turned her stool towards the open room. Time for a little people watching.

Commander Qyra Nyx
Executive Officer USS Memorial