Posted by Ensign Linkin Sulivin (Doctor) in Lounge Looking to meet new people

Posted by Lieutenant Tyler Michael Wells (Chief Science Officer) in Lounge Looking to meet new people

Posted by Ensign Linkin Sulivin (Doctor) in Lounge Looking to meet new people
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Linkin was tired of being in the medical bay, and it was time that his shift had ended so he decided to go into the Lounge to have a bite to eat and maybe meet new people.

When he arrived at the lounge he noticed that it was busy but not so busy that there wasn’t places to sit and have a decent conversation. so he found a seat near a large window. When an Waiter came to take his order he had asked for a Canadian Poutine with a soda and lime juice.

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OOC: Ok James this is our time to kick things off as discussed. :D

A man seated at the table next to him caught his eye. Right away Linkin would notice several tattoos peeking out of the button down shirt the man was wearing - several of the top buttons had been left unbuttoned. His dark brown hair was messy and he sported a scruffy but trimmed goatee.

“Poutine?” The strange man asked. “You actually like that stuff?” If Linkin was observant he would notice the man didn’t have anything in front of him except a martini glass which was half empty and one lone olive on a toothpick still laying inside.

-Tyler Michael Wells, CSO

Linkin smiled. “I sure hope so, I am Canadian, and I think they would have me shot if I didn’t.” He joked.

The tattoos poking out of the mans shirt did indeed intrigue him. I wonder how far down they go. He thought to himself

Linkin took another bite of his poutine and wiped his lips, but missed the corner of his mouth.

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Bump: James :D
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Tyler waved his hand in the air, abstractly pointing towards Linkin’s face. “You missed a spot.”

Tyler stood, making his way over to stand beside Linkin. He held his drink in one hand, and with the other reached down to offer a handshake. “Tyler Michael Wells,” he said, offering a half smile. “But everyone who knows me calls me Tyler.”

-Tyler Michael Wells, CSO

Linking finally managed to wipe his face clean. he then took Tyler’s open hand and shook it with a comfortable grip. “Pleasure to meet you Tyler, I’m Linkin. Why don’t you come over and join me.”

Tyler gave a nod. “Sure. That would be nice.” He slid one of the chairs out and took a seat next to Linkin.

He then waved over the waiting attendant, “Could I please get a rum and coke and what ever Tyler here would like as well.

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Tyler held up his half empty martini glass. “Vodka martini please.”

Once the waiter had left, Tyler looked over at Linkin. “So how are you liking the ship so far?”

-Tyler Michael Wells

“This ship is interesting, it’s alot better than sitting in the academy listening to lecture, over lecture at the academy. And then there is the CMO Captain Ryley he can be something to be desired at times. But I think I finally have a handle on him. I think he likes it when people have a mind of their own and are not just a Borg drone doing what they are told to do.”

Tyler smirked. He usually did his best to avoid Ryley at all costs. The few times he found himself in Sickbay he typically dealt with one of the nurses.

Linkin took a sip of his drink, and looked at the man sitting before him. He is gorgeous that is for sure. he thought. So Tyler, tell me what got you into Star Fleet?

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“My mom taught at the Academy,” Tyler said. “My dad was a transport pilot. My sister followed in my fathers footsteps and I went more my mothers way.” He chuckled. “I initially entered the Academy to join the marine program. But that didn’t exactly work out…” his voice trailed off.

-Tyler Michael Wells

A little more currious Linkin asked “Why didn’t it quite work out for you?”

Feeling a little more brazen he reached out and started to gently rub the top of Tylers hand.

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Tyler didn’t respond right away. The touch of the other mans hand on his was bold. He raised one eyebrow curiously, his gaze on their two hands stacked on top of each other. But he didn’t make a move to pull his hand away. He just returned his gaze back to Linkin.

“Well let’s just say I was having an affair with one of the marine commanders in charge of training at the Academy,” Tyler said, a smirk creeping on his lips. “He didn’t think I was a good fit for the marines and pushed me to pursue my love of the science field.”

-Tyler Michael Wells