Posted by Elizabeth Notta (Lounge Manager and Bartender) in Lounge - An Offer of Assistance

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Scott Woods (Engineer) in Lounge - An Offer of Assistance
“I well know and good this isn’t what you were told was going to happen,” Scott grumbles at a table to a blonde sitting across from him. “It isn’t my fault. Well maybe it is but that isn’t the point. They are willing to slag the drives to get you out if you don’t behave.”

“They wouldn’t do that and you know it,” Pol retorts in her less that enthused voice. She folds her arms and looks quite the petulant child as she listens to Scott. They had been at this discussion for the better part of two hours, ever since he was dismissed by the captain, the young engineer had been trying to convince his assistant that this new posting was more than a good idea. “I just don’t see why it is the lounge only. Yuri likes me. The commander likes me. who will you speak to at night?”

“We don’t talk at night and I can still come here and play chess with you,” Scott tries to reassure the young woman, or computer program rather, that is not amused with the change of events. He pauses though and looks her in the eyes, “And don’t you dare do it.”

“Do what?” the AI asks with an innocent flutter of her eyelashes, “Pivot my way into another system, piggy back a transmission back to Earth and take the gravity subroutines with me? Please! That was one time and it was deserved. Besides they restored from back up in what? Two hours? I am quite sure the crew didn’t mind floating around for a bit of fun. Plus the mag lock boots were available.”

Scott doesn’t look amused and then folds his own arms. “This is your last chance. Go talk to the bartender, ask her permission to interact with the customers, and don’t cause a fuss. I mean it.” He pauses a moment and looks genuinely sad, “I know about the other routine too. And you aren’t allowed to use it.”

“Which one?” she asks.

“Black-Alpha-4,” Scott says quietly fingers drumming on the top of the table.

Pol folds her arms and shakes her head, “That one can’t be suspended. You know that as well as I do, but I promise I will only use it if I have to.” She stands then and puts her hands on her hips, “I suppose you want me to walk over there too?” She sighs and then strides off, shifting her body as she walks to be slightly taller and more professional looking.

Upon reaching the bar she clears her throat and awaits one of the civilian staff to notice her.

Scott Woods, Engineering

There was only one woman behind the bar, she had fiery red hair, and sparkling green eyes as she smiled at an officer and hands over the high rise Jamaican sunrise with Mexican tequila used as the base not synthaholic that was normally used. Elizabeth heard the throat clear even as she moved to another bar stool, “Be with you in just a moment unless you can walk and talk at the same time.” Elizabeth said reaching for a tray of drinks and made her way to one of the tables in the lounge.

After the incident in the bar earlier with the Orion, the decorations final touches had gone up and she had managed to open the bar/lounge. The lighting was enough to see by but not bright enough to make people wish they weren’t there. Three doors down Kryptonite was playing at the moment while she delivered the drinks to a table. Some of her girls were dancing above their heads tastefully nothing vulgar and out of reach of anyone who may try to touch what didn’t belong to them. And though they didn’t wear mermaid tails they were mermaids in essence.

OOC: images of what the dancing girls are doing:
https://www.contrabandevents.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/dream_aerial_silks_hoops5.jpg
http://www.scarlettentertainment.com/sites/default/files/Aerial-Silk-Show-5.jpg

Elizabeth Notta, Civ.