Posted by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in Lost City of Atlantis or Saoghal eile

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“Whether there is a band or not.” he said softly with a smile and a wink and then leaned back. “So you a dancer? Hmm… never wanted to take lessons before. Your studio have any openings for new students? I may not be really graceful, but I bet I can lift you over my head and swing you around pretty good. And I do play in the rhythm section, so I can keep a beat. Or are you suggesting we learn how to create a rhythm together? Both of us learning… you know… new moves and such at the same time?” and he grinned.

Mardusk

“I wouldna call myself a dancer, so no studio. But I love ta dance.” She sat up slightly, her gaze steady on his as she contemplated him not the him everyone else saw. “Nay lad, with all that stealth I bet your the most graceful person on this ship.” She returned his grin with a smile. “I have a feeling, Gravel, we could learn a lot together, given enough time and patience. That is if ya think that would make ya want to take a break from all that work.”

O’Farrell

Mardusk looked at her, his metallic green eyes staring right at her. He leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table and laying his arms crossed on the surface. “Well… time I got. Patience? Well… I guess I have a bit of that as well, under the right circumstances. So if you are offering your time to spend with my time… getting to know one another outside of tours and evaluations…” and he grinned, “… maybe seeing about swimming and dancing… then yeah. I think takin’ a break more regular may be something I would like to do.” and he nodded and smiled. “Yeah, I think I’d like that quite a bit, actually.”

Mardusk

Cara tossed her hair just a bit, “I donna see anyone else here to offer my time to. I just see you.” Yes that was a loaded statement. She got up, “Good, I’d like it too. I’ll be right back.” She grabbed the now mostly empty plates and returned them to where they belonged. She was gone a handful of minutes, moving from the bar to the replicators and back, finally returning with a tray. She placed a 9x13 cake pan on the table between their seats, no plates, just two forks, one for him that was large enough to not hide in his hand, and then a small her one for her. She placed a drink in front of herself and a pitcher with a matching one in front of him.

She sat down, “Figured we’d keep sharin’. Butterscotch Apple Cake, ground cinnamon, apples, pecans, and butterscotch chips. I probably shoulda asked if you had any allergies. And the drink is an Irish creme drink. Made with vanilla ice cream, vodka, eggnog, milk, chocolate syrup, coffee granules, vanilla and almond. Take your pick.” She picked up the fork and dug a bite out of the cake pan, as if eating a whole large cake was an every day thing for her.

O’Farrell