Harris couldn’t believe it had been three days already since Molly left with Lucas and now he was facing the prospect of his first weekend alone, minus the whole investigation debacle, in over two years. As a way to clear his head and have a bit of fun, Cal worked with Jersey the past few days to plan a Hangar Dance… Allied Forces / British style. He had spent the past two days ensuring all the correct uniforms were available for wear and carefully constructed his own. As he donned the olive drab US Marine Officers Jacket and turning to the mirror after buttoning it up, Cal was even impressed at his own handy work. Straightening the tie and tucking the cover under his left arm, Harris headed out to meet Jersey in Holodeck One.

Walking past several Junior Officers on the way to Holodeck, the uniform turned more than a few heads and had shipwide buzz in the time he took to get to the party location. Reaching the door, Harris first tapped his commbadge.

=A= All Hands… =A= Harris’ voice instantly reverberated throughout the ship. =A=… this is the Captain. I would like to cordially invite those personnel who might like to attend to a special themed party kicking off in Holodeck One in 30 minutes. Attire options are pulled into the computer, so donning previous special attire is unnecessary. I look forward to you all joining us in this little step back in time! Harris, out” =A= And with that, Harris stepped through the doors and into a large RAF Hangar fully decked out with Allied flags and a large brass band on the stage in front of the dance floor.

“Hi’ya Troop…” Came the playfully flirty yet highly recognizable voice of his Admin Clerk, Sgt. Brianna Reyes, only she was sporting the uniform of a US Navy Nurse… an Ensign. “… ya just get in?” She winked and Cal laughed. “This looks amazing Jersey…” The Marine beamed. “… and officer gold looks good on you Kid.” It was Cal’s turn to wink and Jersey made a playful gag face. “Not a chance Raven… I have no intention on commissioning. Not my style. Just figured I’d doll up for Bobby.” She smiled with a bright blush. “The boy’s earned it.”

(OOC: Anyone coming to the party just checks in at the terminal outside the Holodeck and select their country (US/UK/Canada), Branch (eg. RAF, USMC, US Army Corps, etc), and rank. This is an officer’s club dance, so all military folk would be officers. Ladies can choose military or Red Cross/towns folk. Let’s have some fun, shall we!

Harris & Reyes