Posted by Lieutenant Commander Stark Nightstalker (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Lounge- Late Night

Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Lounge- Late Night

Posted by Lieutenant Orvos Legen (Chief Engineer) in Lounge- Late Night
Posted by… suppressed (6) by the Post Ghost! 👻

(snip)

Now that everyone finally had a drink, Julien took a deep sip from his and chuckled at Ghubari.
“No way, you’re the Captain, you get room service.” he said and winked at her.

Ghubari snapped her finger into a pointing gesture. “You’re right, there is that. Can’t have ones commanding officer stumbling the corridors about bleary-eyed, now can we?”

Marishka watched the interplay with the eyes of a trained professional, or a very good bartender. Smiling, she sighed and glanced at the men around her.

“You know, if the Captain and our dear Ensign keep playing like this, I’m going to have to keep drinking or find a dance partner. Or, perhaps, it’s tine to put the Engineer’s sound system to the test after all.”

Marishka wasn’t certain of which avenue she wanted to take but the Diva persona was close to her actual mood so she was going with it.

• Marishka

“I’m all up for a dance.” he said, already draining the last drops from his glass. He would have to drink a lot more and harder for it to register in his half-android body.

He gave Stark a glance. “Do Caitians dance? Your wife looks like she would be quite a graceful dancer.” he said.

• Julien Smith, doctor

“We do indeed” Stark smiled broadly, “For social and cultural reasons and of course because of the martial prowess it helps train you for. Laraan is quite graceful, I have to admit that I’ve never delved into her cultures dance etiquette, I think I should take the time to do that sometime soon.”

Marishka drained her drink and made her way to a clear space int he room. If Julien wanted her, he could come get her. There was a small part of her that remembered what happened every time they danced together but she was still willing to take the chance.

• Marishka

Koraia glanced at Va’rek. “You don’t have to drink it of you don’t want to. And i think I’m minded to play something with a light swing. Nothing rushed.” She looked over the piano. “I might take song requests and I might even sing, but I can’t guarantee I’ll know the lyrics.”

Fl. Captain Koraia, CO

“I was once informed that I should certainly try Tennessee Whiskey, Neat.” the Vulcan said, hoping he’d gotten the name right. “Apparently it encourages the growth of body hair…” one eyebrow rose in jest.

-Va’rek

Koraia pointed to the glass of the named drink with mystery contents. “That… is not that. If you’re looking for good whiskey, don’t try that. But I highly encourage you to try it anyway.”

Her fingers returned to the keys, resting on their polished surfaces. With a calming inhale, she set off playing Fly Me to the Stars with a light but not bouncy swing. She did lean towards Va’rek though and said quietly for him only, “You are doing remarkable at just ‘going with things’ right now.”

Fl. Captain Koraia, CO

Stark Nightstalker CIO

It was at that point that Orvos came bumbling into the Lounge. With a padd in one hand, and a head rubbing his temple, he took a seat at an empty table. As far as he was aware, only a few people had been in and apparently someone was playing pleasant music. He sighed as he set the Padd on the table and looked over the night menu.

-Lt. Orvos Legen, CE

This was too good of an opportunity for Marishka to pass up. She walked unapologetically over to the new comer and smiled.

“Good evening my Engineer. I’m afraid most of my staff is other occupied so I will have to personally serve you myself or do you need some more time with the menu?”

Her tone was professional and courteous but her body language was quite different. She was standing a bit too close and leaned a little too far forward giving Orvos an unobstructed view down the front of her loose fitting outfit.

• Marishka

In a voice just above a whisper with sepulchral overtones Stark stated, “and so… it begins…again”

Stark Nightstalker CIO

OOC: Just so I’m aware, is this taking place before or after Stark and Marishka were made aware of Dawson? :)

IC: Orvos recognized the voice and the professional manner and froze for a moment, contemplating how he would conduct himself. Others were in the lounge, though not huddled all together. There was certainly at least a minor sense of privacy at the moment, but nevertheless, he chose not to make much of a scene.

She was close, he knew, as her pleasant scent revealed who she was (if her voice had for some reason not already done so). “Ah, surprise, surprise. Of course you would be up at this time,” he replied as he lifted his head to meet her gaze. But of course, his eyes became paralyzed for what felt like an eternity as he tried to focus on her eyes. For some reason, they just wouldn’t fully meet. He gulped and focused, pushing his vision to meet her own. Of course, his face also turned a slight shade of pink as he stammered more to his reply. “The menu…yes…I mean, more time with it…the menu…would be nice.”

He sighed, realizing just how stupid he sounded after soaking in the unobstructed view before him. It was subtle and outside of anyone else’s view. She did it on purpose.

Orvos quickly looked at the padd once again and added. “Are there any specialties I should be made aware of?”

-Lt. Orvos Legen, CE