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

Posted Nov. 14, 2019, 10:24 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Isabel Delaney (Security Officer) (Amber DeSadier)


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 thoughts on what I should name it?” she asked finishing her drink.

  • Marishka

Izzy licked her lips absently enjoying the taste of the liquor she loved. The question caught her off guard and she had to think on it, but as usual, she simply was terrible at naming things. She laughed a little and shook her head. “I am afraid not. My mother tried so hard to get me to name a vintage whiskey. Months she would ask me, gently prod me to find something in my brain that would suit, but I just never had a knack for naming anything. I am not really creative in that way and I have long ago accepted this fault of mine.”

Delaney, Sec

Marishka smiled a bit and finished her glass, savoring every drop.

“Oh that’s alright. I just wanted to ask as many people as I could but I believe that task is almost done. And as for you. I’m certain you are creative in other ways so don’t worry about naming things if you don’t think it’s your strong suit.”

As Marishka spoke, Rachael appeared at the table with a small basket of fried things and several dipping sauces. She set them down for Marishka, showed her something written on a PaDD, and walked away.

“You’ll have to forgive me Izzy. Due to my racial background I’m nearly an obligate carnivore with a very high metabolism.” she said dipping a fried prawn into honey mustard sauce.

  • Marishka

“Well, I can knit and I can dance. I think those two things are pretty creative. I leave word smithing to other people if at all possible. If I ever have a pet, no doubt I will have someone else name it. I did when I was a kid with our family dogs. I could never come up with a suitable name.”

She sat down once more and took a bite of her capreze salad, watching Marishka eat fried prawns. “Normally, I am also an unabashed carnivore, but I had a pretty heavy lunch already. I don’t think my metabolism is as high as yours but as much as I work out or dance, or practice or run, I tend to have to eat about every two hours unless I am sleeping. What about you?”

Delaney, Sec

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