OOC: So while this is for the security department, they are in the lounge, in a public space, and I expect that others could come and go from the thread if they wanted to interact at all. If you want to, please feel free!
IC:
Cass had sent the memo around to the department for their monthly get together. They did various things-sometimes it leaned towards a team building or training exercise, some times it was purely social. But it was always low-key and fun. Tonight she had considered altering her original plan in light of some of the recent awkwardness, but she knew some of the team were looking forward to it, so for better or worse a Lounge Social it was. So the memo had gone out suggesting people show up at 2000 hours as they felt like it.

No uniforms, of course. That was always the rule.

This was not a nightclub affair and it was most definitely casual, but Cass stood in her quarters debating what to wear far more than she should. Steven of course knew this evening was happening so there was every possibility he’d drop by. She liked dressing up for him. That was a game some days. Schrödinger’s lingerie, after all, was always a favourite. But she was also wanting to be careful not to be overly provocative, in case… she stopped pacing. Oh my God why is this so hard?

Sighing in frustration, she mentally told herself to get a grip and just pick something and not worry about what her appearance may or may not say. Screw it, it was ridiculous anyway she decided as she brushed out her long blond hair, letting it cascade in waves over her shoulders. Fifteen minutes later, Cass left her quarters in a simple black off-the-shoulder, a stretchy teal pencil skirt that hit past the knee and knee high black boots with a low block heel. Minimal makeup- just mascara and a light pink lipgloss.

Arriving a few minutes early, she spied Harriet Betts and Nick Garret a group of tables, who was just being joined by T’Sar. She grinned as she approached. “So, what are we drinking tonight?”

“We were debating the merits of tequila and beer. Or maybe both,” Garret said with a grin.

Abrams feigned a grimace. “Ewwww. Good thing it’s synth or we’d all be in trouble tomorrow. Mixing is a terrible idea. Then again, some terrible ideas are worth trying at least once.”

“Ha! Spoken like a true adrenaline junkie!” Harriet teased.

Cassidy laughed. “I am not an adrenaline junkie. I just am not afraid of high action activities with a measure of risk attached.” Betts and Garret exchanged a look. They definitely weren’t believing it.

Abrams, COS and Security team