Posted by Ensign Domingo Chavez (Security Officer) in Eight Forward (Post-Sim Side Sim)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Katie Nunn (Counselor) in Eight Forward (Post-Sim Side Sim)

Posted by Ensign Domingo Chavez (Security Officer) in Eight Forward (Post-Sim Side Sim)
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Domingo grinned in return before taking his next shot, then flipping the glass over and setting it aside.

“I’m fond of sipping at a mixed drink, like a margarita, but nothing is as smooth or made for throwing back as tequila. I’m impressed at how well you took your shot.”, he said while picking up his third.

Ensign Chavez, Sec

Katie imitated his actions, flipping her glass over and setting it aside before staring at it curiously. “What’s the significance of the flipped over glass?” she asked and then flushed slightly at her silly question. Grabbing the next shot in the set in front of her, she quickly imbibed it and then set the glass next to the others. Her eyes unfocused slightly as she completed her task and she brushed her fingers through her hair, leaving it messily around her face. “I think maybe that should be it for me,” she commented, a slight giggle inflecting her voice. She shifted in her chair, narrowly avoiding falling off it, but managing to accidentally rub her foot along Chavez’s leg. Her pale skin flushed pink once again as she focused on the turned over shot glasses.

Lt Cmdr Nunn, CNS

Domingo eyes widened at the sensation that went up his leg. He had to then close his eyes and take a shuddering few breaths to steady himself. The sudden and unexpectedness of it caught him woefully off guard. He reigned himself back to a measure of composure fairly quickly, he opened his eyes to watch Katie focus on the shot glasses.

Reaching over to take her last shot, Domingo brought it to his mouth, slight tremor to his hand, before knocking it back and adding it to his others. He cleared his throat, feeling the shots and that added boost of endorphins, before replying, “The turned shot over glasses are like a trophy, sort of a measure of mastery. If you can’t flip them over and line them up neatly, well you didn’t have mastery of that shot.”

Ensign Chavez, Sec

Katie noticed his reaction with curiosity and flushed an even deeper pink as she connected the dots to the lack of physical contact Chavez had likely experienced in the recent past. She could feel the effects of the alcohol making her looser and more relaxed, but she felt somewhat relieved that she still had her intellectual faculties about her. As he told her the reasoning behind the shot glasses, she stared at him slightly blankly and then laughed. “That’s one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard,” she observed, her laughter turning into delighted full body giggles. It took her a few minutes to get ahold of herself and she flushed pink again as she met Chavez’s eyes and then quickly looked away. Her eyes focused on the shot glasses and she moved one back toward her, fiddling with it in front of her as she pondered what to do next.

Lt Cmdr Nunn, CNS