Posted March 18, 2021, 10:11 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Karina Enger (Executive Officer) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Ensign Jordar (Security Officer) in We do have to eat, 1900 hours
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Karina Enger (Executive Officer) in We do have to eat, 1900 hours
Posted by Ensign Jordar (Security Officer) in We do have to eat, 1900 hours
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He had a nice laugh. She wasn’t sure if she was surprised by that or not. She gave him a good once over, and Karina let out a soft laugh. “Too bad you’ve only got one pip.” It was too bad she was still on shift for 2 more hours too. “Then I offer my apology and promise to watch where I’m going. And to keep an eye out for you.” She stepped to the right side of the corridor with a grin. “Just make sure to watch out for the little people from way up there.”
Lt Cmdr Enger, XOJordar’s grin was clear and he said, “Well Commander I did have a couple for a while but there are plenty of folks that don’t appreciate a good candid conversation such as yourself. Rest assured, If I see you coming I’ll do my best to meld into the bulkhead for you. How does dinner sound tonight?” Jordar was not one for beating around the bush and he was certainly getting along with this Carin “Name is Jordar, glad to have met you.”
Jordar, Sec
“Nothing I appreciate more than candor. I think you’ll find Memorial to suit you. Plenty of Tellarites and Andorians on board. In fact the captain is Andorian and they do live to be harshly blunt.” Hmmm dinner. It would be nice to have conversation over a meal with someone who wasn’t going to mince words because of rank and position. “Dinner is a little cliche, but I do have to eat. I’ll see you at the lounge at 1900, Jodar.” And with that Marine was down the corridor and around a bend.
Lt Cmdr Enger, XOThe Zaldan smiled and continued to walk, refraining from his reports till he arrived at his quarters. Romance or Dating was a near foreign concept to the Zaldan, seeing it much the same as courtesy, a set of phony social behaviors designed to cover true feelings. This wasn’t strictly by human standards a ‘date’ but it was going to be nice to have some time with another person who understands the joy of blunt conversation. At 1850 Jordar arrived in the lounge and sat at a table adjacent to a rather grumpy looking Tellarite. Although how you tell if one is grumpy is beyond the writer.
Jordar, Sec
Karina had been off duty, officially, almost an hour. She wouldn’t necessarily call this a date, not Cairn standards anyway. Dating wasn’t really necessary when in a matter of moments you knew if the relationship would work. There were never ‘bad breakups’ on Vair. Everything was known so no secrets, no what ifs, you knew. But she also didn’t want anyone to accuse her of using her position on ship to influence others friendship. So with that in mind she changed out of her uniform and into mocha colored slacks, a peach blouse and took her hair out of the bun. As tight as she had to keep it to stop it from falling, she was happy to appease the headache it caused. She headed towards the lounge.
The grumpy Tellarite looked over at Jodar, recognizing a Zaldan when he saw one, and huffed, or more like snorted and grunted at the same time, “You’re blocking my view. You’re all the same. Tall, wide and think the rest of us should accommodate your large stature.” Even by Tellarite standards this man was short.
Lt Cmdr Enger, XOJordar was clasping a glass of awabancha when he heard the gruff diminutive man and turned to listen. This was going to be entertaining to say the least. “Oh I’m blocking your view? Of what exactly? This table? I’m surprised you can even see over your own glass let alone the exterior windows of the ship.” Jordar quipped back before taking a sip and continuing, “I’m tall, wide, and do indeed think you should be accommodating. If it’s such a problem go scurry off to the windows so you can see more than the bulkheads.”
Jordar, Sec
The Tellarite seemed to chew is cud for a moment. He was quite pleased with this turn of events. “I supposed with a great big hulking brute like you I’ll be running around repairing cracks in the bulkheads when you smack your head on one. Make more work for me. And in case you hadn’t noticed, you blocked MY view by your careless flopping. I suppose you don’t know how to sit decently having been raised under the ocean and flopping around like a fish out of water.”
The bartender, Blarney O’irishman, watched with growing agitation. He knew the Tellarite, Losov, but the man he didn’t know. He of course also couldn’t tell the other man was Zaldan. He tapped his combadge. =^=Blarney to Enger. Ma’am we have a problem down here. Two of the crew are really getting into it. It hasn’t come to blows yet, but…well you asked to be informed first if it wasn’t a physical fight.=^=
Karina sighed, there went dinner. She picked up her pace and entered the lounge, and almost started laughing. She nodded to Blarney and then waved the rest of the crew back to their tables. One very short Tellarite and one very tall Zaldan, standing by the windows hurling insults and complaints at each other. She leaned against the bar, “It’s alright Blarney. It’s like a bad joke without a punch line: A tellarite and a Zaldan walk into a bar. One complains and one hurls insults. And they both walk out happy.”
She walked over, the two men totally oblivious to her. “Having a good time gentlemen?” Her voice held authority, but was soft so as to not carry past the three of them. Losov glanced at her with a snippy reply on his tongue and quickly swallowed it. “Cmdr Enger! Yes ma’am, we were.” Losov came to quick attention and glanced around the room and noticed the attention they had gotten, grinning like a little boy.
Karina grinned and looked at Jodar, “Dinner? Or is he more your type?”
Lt Cmdr Enger, XO
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