Posted by Civilian Elizabeth Notta (Lounge Manager and Bartender) in Dinner
This would actually be the first time since she was a junior officer working under Stout that she had gotten an invite to dinner. She knew the difference. the first time she’d gotten a dinner invite he was chief and they were having a pickle of a time working through a challenge in the engineering bay. So rather than leave it for the next day they’d had dinner while working through the problem right there in the middle of the engineering bay.

Elizabeth knew this wasn’t that kind of dinner. So she’d actually dressed for the occasion. It was a simple black dress with a halter top and chiffon overlay. It was comfortable enough that she could do warp core maintenance if she needed to in it and still not get it all over the place. Though the chiffon overlay would give one pause before doing work on the core. She smirked at the thought and stopped outside of the Captain’s quarters it was a minute past 8 when her fingers touched the chime to let him know she was there.

OOC: the dress https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcQO3-2VdgvKBQpBlZtQNzc8NLyhGhzE54YL1cJt-hMS9RQdlI2jP9YWI55WkrIWhMKHwbisSDaLU53jNoIn7J5sk87SDuXNoxZfLOeEoA-x&usqp=CAY

Elizabeth Notta, Bar and Lounge Owner.

The door slid open and the room inside was lit, but there was a noticeable dim to the overall effect. The sound of music played softly, and in the middle of the room sat a table and two chairs. The table was covered with a white cloth, and a bottle of something was chilling in a silver bucket. Next to that sat a bottle of scotch and two rocks glasses. A large silver dome sat in the center, and a pleasant aroma lingered in the air… something earthy, but with a sweetness as well.

Stout’s voice came from the other room. “Have a seat anywhere if you want. Be out in a second.” His voice was the same gruff and no-nonsense that it typically was, but there was a familiarity in it that only a very few people ever heard. Elizabeth was one of them. A few moments later, Mike appeared. He was dressed in blue jeans and had a on a loose fitting long sleeved pale blue and gray shirt that had a draw string at the collar. Peasant’s shirt was the old term for it. His thick black with gray streaks hair was combed back and parted on the side, and his goatee was trimmed. Without really looking up, he walked over to his side table and picked up an old watch and put it on his wrist. “Hey. Glad you could make it. Hope I didn’t pull you away from…” and he looked up and saw her. A slight smile smile crossed his face. “Wow. You look great. I hope no one saw you coming here dressed like that. They may talk.” he said, knowing full well that she knew he never cared what people thought about him or what he did. “Drink?” he asked as he walked over to the table and picked up the scotch and poured two fingers in a glass.

Stout, CO