USS Genesis
Holodeck 2002 hours
Posted by Captain Calvin Marius (Captain) in Holodeck 2002 hours
Posted by Lieutenant Sage Brennan (CMO) in Holodeck 2002 hours
Posted by Captain Calvin Marius (Captain) in Holodeck 2002 hours
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Marius entered the holo-deck. Outside of his dress uniform, he didn’t have too many truly formal clothes. He presumed semi-formal would do, cause he wasn’t about to replicate a dinner jacket or tux. Conversely with his very unusual build, there was no such thing as off the rack. It took him some time but after a little replication wizardry he’s was able to put together a grayish/blue jacket and well… electric red shirt. https://cdn1.thr.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/1024x1537/2014/05/9756_07_0725_a_p.jpgHe looked about when the doors opened. No Sage… hmm he thought to himself. She wasn’t in their quarter’s getting dress, because that was where he was. He held a bottle in his hand. ‘^=Computer, put the bottle in a ice bucket with sufficient cooling to drop the liquid inside to 2 degrees Celsius. That was just above freezing but the alcohol within would keep it from freezing.
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A man in a white waist coat and black slacks appeared at Calvins’ side and took the bottle. He gave the Captain a slight bow, just a nod, really, and left to put it on ice as he’d been instructed. The interior of the holodeck resembled an old fashioned, but very expensive bar/supper club. A band was playing, there was a dance floor and the place had been filled with holographic patrons all done up in their finest. As Marius stood between the long, mahogany bar and some private tables, Sage turned a corner about twenty feet away, smiled and began walking towards him. The gown she wore was made of silver and bits of nothing.
The words “Oh my,” came unbidden to his lips.
Approaching Cal slowly, Sage took her time looking him over appreciatively. “Babe, you are everything a woman could ever want…”
—Sage
“Thank you.” He did an immodest spin. “Sometimes I feel like I’m on a holo-novel of a major motion picture.” He took her hand and brought it to his lips, before using it to pull her close in for a full body hug. “Somehow, I’m married to a Doctor, Model… very odd…”
He looked about, “Now what evil do you have planned tonight.”
Marius
His words made her blush just the tiniest bit. One thing Calvin was especially good at was making her feel like a very desirable woman. She returned his hug, soaking in the feel of him as their bodies pressed against each other. “Evil? Just because I want you to myself in an atmosphere where I can ply you with alcohol, and I’m wearing a dress you can see through to play to your baser needs…you think I have something evil in mind?” She chuckled as she leaned in for a kiss. “Captain Marius, I’ll have you know I’m as innocent as the day I was born.”
—Sage
Marius leaned downward for the kiss. He was over six feet tall and frequently seemed shorter due to his broad shoulders and back, and taller for the same reason. “I doubt anyone one would define you as innocent.” Marius retrieved the bottle. Holographic liquor didn’t cause intoxication once the people left the holodeck… unless one specified in advance to replicate the alcohol as oppose to create holographic images of it. Marius avoided that whole issue by getting one of his bottles in advance, Vodka, her preferred drink. He was more a whiskey drinker… in fact almost to exclusion of other ‘hard’ alcohols, but he made an exception for her.
“Well, I intend to ply you with alcohol, and brought some to that effect, so I beat you to that… and if you wore that dress without something diabolical in mind, perhaps you are innocent… then that is something I intend to rob you of.” He reached down and squeezed her buttocks firmly molding her body to his for a moment.
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Sage looked at him through thick lashes. “I don’t have anything particular in mind other than seducing my husband and keeping him all to myself for an entire evening.” She stepped back and did a slow twirl. “I thought the dress would help hold your attention.”
“No dress probably would have worked too.” Marius responded flatly.
She’d noted the bottle in his large hands when he’d arrived. “It was a good call to bring real alcohol with you. In my last minute planning for a special night, that detail slipped my mind.”
Slipping a hand into his, Sage led him to the bar and climbed onto a stool there. “Why don’t we have a drink and you can tell me about your day?”
—Sage
Marius’ expression darkened quickly. He growled as he pulled the bottle from the cooler. He spun the bottle top off using his thumb and a quick firm drag against the side. The top spun rapidly untwisting from the top of the bottle and it literally jumped off when if finished its last revolution landing neatly on the bar still revolving with light scratching sounds for a few more moments. Marius didn’t bring ice with him and that would mean that no matter what he put in the glasses they were drinking straight vodka.
He pour two generous… very generous measures in the glasses dropped holographic ice in his.. looked at her for a moment… she frequently juiced her alcohol which was something he almost never did.
She reached across the bar for ice and lime, plopped it into her glass and smiled, ready for the evening to begin.
“For the life of me… I just want to shoot something. It is so much easier being the aggressive subordinate that the Captain had to hold back, than the Captain not letting others do something, you really would love to do.”
Marius
The sentiment didn’t surprise Sage, but that he was feeling it at that moment, did. “Bad day? What happened?” He stood next to the bar stool she sat on. Close. Very close, so Sage reached for his hand and rested it on her thigh where she could hold it while they talked. “I know you’d rather be on the away missions than stuck on the bridge, Babe, but that’s part of the job.”
—Sage
“MMMmmm.” Calvin growled his, ‘I don’t like that part of the job,’ growl. He took a heavy sip from his glass of vodka, “These damn Pallasans are up to something, I feel it in my gut. I just can’t prove it.” His hand absently stroked her thigh as he thought. “And how did the pirates successfully capture that moon.”
Maybe he was wrong, there were many borderline civilizations who were faking good to get into the Federation. That wasn’t the worst thing he supposed, most races did very well upon entering… technology, trade, medical advancements, defense were just a few of the good things that Federation membership brought.
Marius
Sage shook her head. “I have no idea, but why don’t you put all thoughts of the Pallasians in the back of your mind for a little while? Maybe an answer will work itself out if you stop thinking about it actively.” She pulled him even closer and nuzzled his neck, planting light, feathery kisses along his jawline. “Besides, I want all your attention tonight. Let’s pretend its just you and me for the next several hours, that there’s no one else—no ship or crew, no other responsibilities…just us.” Sage nodded at the bartender and a certain kind of music began to play through the sound system (The Weeknd’s “Earned It”). There was enough of an intro that it allowed her to step down off the stool and pull Cal onto the dance floor where she pressed her body to his and began to move sensually to the rhythm.
—Sage