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Lounge - Night Time Is The Right Time For Drinking (Tag Izzy)

Posted Oct. 26, 2019, 1:17 a.m. by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) (Catt Bennett)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Isabel Delaney (Security Officer) in Lounge - Night Time Is The Right Time For Drinking (Tag Izzy)

Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Lounge - Night Time Is The Right Time For Drinking (Tag Izzy)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Isabel Delaney (Security Officer) in Lounge - Night Time Is The Right Time For Drinking (Tag Izzy)
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Ireland boasted some of the best whiskey one could ever have and her family had long been in the business of making that very thing. On her previous ship, Izzy had only ever had the opportunity to drink with the Captain when her shipment of whiskey had come from her mother with the year’s bottles. Here though, she hoped she could share on a different level. There was an actual Lounge manager and this was a significantly bigger ship. With this in mind, she entered the lounge even though the night was late. Her shift had been a long one that day and the unexpected surprise of her mother’s latest shipment was and wonderful one.

Izzy, dressed in a form fitting, bulky cable knit sweater with a wide neck that hung off one shoulder and leggings tucked into hardy black suede boots, walked in with a case in her hands. Her hair was in its naturally curly state, but down unlike her time on shift. She looked perfectly at ease, even though she was not. There was a sense of nervousness when one is putting oneself out there.

She walked to the bar and decided to wait on Marishka to give her the crate. Izzy placed it on the bar and sat down on a stool.

Delaney, Sec

The nicely dressed man behind the bar recognized Izzy in passing. Since Ted had come to volunteer at the lounge he had gotten to know a lot of people.

“If you’re waiting for the boss, she’ll probably be about five minutes. Sorry. But you’re welcome to pull up a stool. Can I bring you some hors d’oeuvres?” he asked conversationally.

Marishka had always stressed customer service.

  • Ted

She looked up as Ted approached her and smiled politely. She didn’t mind that Marishka was going to be a minute. Izzy was in no hurry. Her shift was done for the day and she had the whole evening to relax. The next day was her day off. “Perfect. I would like Capreze salad and mushroom soup.”

Delaney, Sec

Ted nodded and commed the order in to the kitchen.

“It’ll be right up. And what is this box of loveliness?” he asked tapping the box she brought.

  • Ted

“This,” She said, taking a hold of the box on either side with an expansive gesture of pride. “Is the latest release of my mother’s whiskey. Minus my own personal bottles, I am delivering these to Marishka to do with as she pleases.”

Delaney, Sec

Unbeknownst to Ted and Izzy, Marishka had concluded her in depth behind the curtain conversation with their CO. She had slipped away to leave her glass in the kitchen and picked up Izzy’s order to deliver personally. Word traveled very fast amongst the staff in the lounge, especially when someone showed up with a large box of alcohol.

Making her way to Izzy’s side, in full Grecian garb, Marishka set the order down with a smile.

“Izzy right? So nice to see you this afternoon and what a lovely sweater.” she commented taking a seat beside her.

  • Marishka

Kin had sat in silence, simply listening and trying to better understand the social norms, and lack thereof, of her new crewmates. Taking a sip of her drink, Kin looked out the window for a moment and then turned back to the conversations at hand.

Kin, Security

Bump

Kin finally took a breath and looked at the assemblage of individuals at the table and smiled and said “I’m sorry for interjecting here, but I have an odd question. Is anyone here allergic to anything?”

Kin, Security JO

Marishka looked at Kin in surprise.

“That is a rather interesting question. Aren’t such things kept on file in sickbay?” she asked.

  • Marishka

Kin shrugged and said “I would assume so.” and she laughed slightly “But I’m not in Medical. And such information isn’t really part of the Security purview. And I ask because I have some treats from home I would like to share. If not now, then at some point. I would just hate for someone to have a reaction.”

Kin, Security JO

Marishka nodded and smiled.

“Oh that would actually be very lovely. And I trust everybody to know their own allergies.”

  • Marishka

Isabel heard the swish of the garb Marishka was dressed in and turned to see it with her eyebrows high. “Thank you. I finished knitting it a few days ago. Your outfit is beautiful. I tend to get far more cold than warm on the ship so I wear sweaters a lot. Are you just one of those people who are natural heaters?”

She picked up the spoon in her mushroom soup and took a bite. She nodded in appreciation of the mix of flavors. Definitely a good choice in ordering this evening.

Delaney, Sec

Marishka smiled and sat down.

“Yes, actually, my racial background makes my body temperature about a degree and a half higher than your average Human, sometimes more. So, what have you come to share today?” she asked eyeing the box.

  • Marishka

Izzy grinned as she set down her spoon and shuffled the box closer to her. She reached in and pulled out a bottle of her mother’s latest batch. It turned out to be the youngest of the set her mother had sent. “Ah, this is my mother’s 5 year whiskey.There should be two of those in here” She reached in again and pulled out two more bottles, setting them on the counter. “A 10 and a 12 year whiskey. Annnddddd…” One last reach pulled out two more bottles. “A 15 and a 20! My mother and family have owned and operated a distillery in Ireland for about 8 generations now. She sends me a case for me every year and a case to share. I thought I would bring them here.”

Delaney, Sec

Marishka eyed the bottles carefully. She had no doubt that they were exactly what Izzy claimed but she picked them up, turned them this way and that, before setting them down.

“That is a lovely generous gift. Thank you. Tell me, which one should we sample?” she asked.

  • Marishka

Izzy eyed the collection contemplatively. All were good, of that she had no doubt. They would each have their own flavor and smoothness. Her mother always wanted the 20 year, but she really wanted the flavor to be powerful whereas, her father always preferred the 15 like Izzy. “My personal favorite? The 15. Just enough time in the cask to get good and earthy without being too much smoke. Also, just enough time to start really smoothing out.”

Delaney, Sec

Marishka waved Ted over. Excellent bar tender that he was, he approached and set down three glasses.

“The fifteen it is then. And my thanks again to your lovely mother.”

“I will send her your regards in my next vid home.”

She removed the bottle and slowly opened it pouring a bit into each glass.

“To lovely gifts from a vibrant new friend.” Marishka said toasting Izzy.

  • Marishka

She smiled. It was nice to drink with other people once in a while. Alcohol, especially whiskey had been in her life since the moment she was born. Her mother and father ran the brewery. Her uncle ran the local pub which was quite the hit to locals and tourists alike. Her parents had raised 9 kids in all and only one of them finished his tour of duty with the Marines and started working in the Brewery. Maybe eventually, more of her brothers would retire and join her parents, but Izzy wasn’t one to leave a place of service. It was why even after all she had been through, that she had remained in Star Fleet, taking a serious demotion and sliding into security from the Marines. It had been her hail mary during a time when she thought she was going to be forced out for good.

She lifted her glass acknowledging the toast, “To new friends.” and then sipped her whiskey. It was, as she thought it would be, exactly perfect for her own tastes. She watched the other two who had joined her to see how they liked it.

Delaney, Sec

Ted tasted the whiskey with a critical palate. He wanted to know whom to recommend it to, what it might be served with, and when to stop pouring. Smiling, he bowed slightly and took the glass to the bar to continue his examination.

Marishka sipped slowly, enjoying every drop with an eye towards indulgence and enjoyment. She would make this a special thing in the lounge. Not to be served up like some common beverage.

“Most enjoyable. I have a question for you Izzy. I’m taking ideas on what to name this lounge. Once I have a big enough list, the Captain and I will choose one and, of course, there will have to be a lounge naming party. Do you have any thoughtson what I should name it?” she asked finishing her drink.

  • Marishka

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