Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Dark Star Bar - OP42 (Tag Orvos)

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Marishka had picked up the drink Orvos had made as she looked in one of the mirrors that had been strategically placed behind the bar.

Two Klingons had entered obviously travelling as a pair. One seemed to be a commonplace perhaps in the mid to late thirties dressed unremarkably for a Klingon.

The first man carried himself with purpose and dignity and seemed to know exactly why he was there. He scanned the room but seemed to be waiting, perhaps for orders, from the man behind him.

That man was his elder by perhaps fifteen years, very solidly built and handsome. He had every appearance of an aristocratic warrior. Leaning forward, he spoke to the younger man and they took a table near the bar.

As Marishka watched them, she tried to keep her thoughts to herself as the drink drained from her glass.

“Friends? Oh no.”

She waited for a few heartbeats and met Orvos’ eyes.

“I need another drink my barkeep and I think my new friend needs one too.” she said quietly.

The way she held Orvos’ eyes, or hoped to, was different than any other time she had looked into her strange interesting friend’s eye for any reason. Hopefully he could read her a little bit by now. Sighing, she turned back to Khain and smiled.

“You know, I do wish there were two of me sometimes.”

• Marishka

Now Khain did turn his head towards her, enough so that his single eye could look at her fully instead of the slight tilt that would have been possible if his left eye had no patch. “Something tells me that the amount of trouble the two of you could get into would be made into songs sung in certain taverns and halls across the Empire, if any of them were worthy of you. Which they aren’t.”

He leaned slightly closer to her and lowered his voice. “Do you want me to kill them?” He asked her, his chin motioning slightly towards the table where the pair were seated. “You know, since I’m such a thug and all and into that kind of thing.” The smirk on his face was clear now with the tease. “We have them surrounded. Shall we do it in a hail of weapons fire or shall we use blades. I have a spare one.”

Khain of House Kholl, Captain of the I.K.S. Khazad’hea

Marishka would have laughed but she didn’t need the attention at that moment.

“In my blood soaked dreams. But enough about me and unworthy taverns, you are not a thug, you are a true gentleman.”

She reached up and almost put her finger to his lips.

“Don’t worry, I promise not to tell.” she whispered.

Orvos had been busy making yet another slew of drinks. He was quick at it by now. He set several glasses of Scorpion Kiss on a tray. However, as he briefly heard what Khain was suggesting to Marishka, he took it upon himself to simply set a pair of the glasses down with the drink before them.

He then strode his way to the table where the pair of klingons sat. “Well hello there gentlemen! Long travels? You seem like you both could use a drink.” Orvos then set the glasses down on the table with a klink. “This is on the house. Tell me what you think!” He stood there waiting patiently with the biggest grin on his face. Klingons gave him no fright. Marishka by this point would like know, that it was her orion side that caused his mind to trip over itself.

-Lt. Commander Orvos Legen, CE

Both Klingons glared at Orvos. The older one didn’t even bother looking at the drink, the younger one picked it up, inhaled deeply, then threw the glass down on the floor shattering it.

“This is a woman’s drink and I’d like to know what woman taught you to make it.” he asked coldly.

• Marishka

Orvos was familiar with klingon culture well enough. He simply kept his grin, left the shattered glass on the ground as he took a seat with them. “Now, now,” he started. “No need to get upset. Met plenty of women in my time, plenty to share the drink with me. Could have been anyone as far as you’re concerned. You know what really throws me off? Why are you here with good ole daddy tagging along? Need help getting around or something?” Orvos had now become accusatory on purpose. “Don’t look like you need a hover chair, Maybe your mentally ill?”

-Lt. Commander Orvos Legen, CE