Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Lounge

Posted by Commander Luka (Executive Officer) in Lounge

Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Lounge
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It was very late in the evening or, perhaps, early in the morning when Marishka arrived at the lounge again.

Slipping behind the bar, she began reading notes people had left her while there was still a few minutes of quiet. The next wave of people would be getting off shift soon and a good percentage of them were likely to stop by or request food be delivered to their quarters.

• Marishka

A woman with blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail and striking blue eyes quietly slipped into a barstool. She gave Marishka a smile as they made eye contact.

“Whiskey neat please,” Kaylee said.

-Kaylee Baxter

OOC: Question- is this open to everyone, or private? Wanted to check before I had Joseph drag Liam in against his will. Sorry for the OOC question, but I don’t want to be rude and jump into the middle of something. >,<

-Janice B.

OOC: Everyone is welcome.

IC: Marishka rummaged around behind the bar for a bit and served the pretty blonde woman a whiskey, neat, as she requested.

“Welcome. We have some new items on the menu if you’d like to try, or is this your meal for the time being?” she asked with a charming smile.

• Marishka

Luka, by now a familiar face around the ship, stepped into the room and slid into the chair next to Kaylee. “Green Tea with honey, please,” she said to Marishka, a tired look on her face.

Luka, XO

Marishka eyed Luka and wondered if the woman might not prefer a stimulant of some kind but, that wasn’t what had been requested. So she brought the preferred item and set it down with a smile.

“Looks like you’ve had quite a day. Just let me know if you need anything else.” she said pleasantly.

• Marishka

Liam followed Joseph, his nephew, into the lounge. They were still dressed in their uniform, but on break from their duty. The older man followed closely behind Joseph. His eyes swept along the interior of the lounge. Anxiety flared up into his chest as he pushed it down, ignoring it for the moment.

Joseph caught his uncle’s wary look. He nudged the man with his elbow and flashed a smile, one of charm and reassurance. “You need to socialize more often, Uncle. You’ve been hanging around the chemicals and animals too long.”

Liam inhaled sharply, but didn’t disagree. They gradually made their way to the counter where they pulled into a seat just two away from the XO. Joseph locked eyes with Marishka when he made his order.

“A brandy and Tarkalean tea, please.”

–CSO, Liam J. Madison, Sci