USS Sentinel
side-sim: New Normal
Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side-sim: New Normal
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Roman, though he very rarely in his life drank more than one or two glasses of his beverage of choice, was what was commonly called a “happy drunk”. He’d get very personable and friendly, but not in a flirty way, more in a goofy, playful way. He smiled again and nodded, “Then let’s do that. We’ll dance tonight to celebrate.” His ice cream was slowly disappearing, though he was trying to finish it before it became a creamy nut soup.
~ Roman
The idea of a rehearsal made Rand feel better. She wasn’t sure why because it wasn’t like anyone else was going to be seeing them dance. But it had been a very very long time since she’d even practiced. Her ice cream was melting slightly but not a soup yet. It was more than what she usually ate, bit it couldn’t be put back. “I’m not going to be able to eat dinner for all this ice cream.” It took all of Rand’s self control to not flush at the idea of getting to celebrate by dancing, but it only kind of worked. Roman was close enough to tell. “That sounds nice.” But first to finish the ice cream and not get a headache from eating it too fast.
Rand
It had been a long time since Roman had practiced. Not since the last formal function he had attended with his family. Well, he might’ve attended one or two dances in college or academy. He nodded his agreement. “Chef was very generous with his serving sizes.” He looked up, and she was blushing. He had to smile. He worked on finishing off his ice cream without giving himself a headache.
~ Roman
Rand scooped the last bit of ice cream from her bowl. No brain freeze but her tongue and cheeks felt slightly numb from so much frozen ice cream. Her spoon made a gentle clatter into the empty bowl. She carried them back toward the kitchen to return them. The inside counter was piled high with dirty dishes that Gorshin hadn’t gotten to yet. Before the thought had formed in her head to help, Gorshin appeared in front of her. “Nope, I don’t need help tonight. I have never seen you in here this early. So go, have fun, enjoy being done early. Shoo. Out of my kitchen.” Rand put the bowls down and held her hands up in surrender. Exiting the kitchen, Rand rejoined Roman and then they left the galley heading for a lift and his quarters.
Rand