Posted Jan. 12, 2019, 1:53 p.m. by Captain Alexxander Ryley (Chief Medical Officer) (Calé Reilly)
Posted by Ensign Franklin Gallagher (Security Officer) in Lounge 1900hours -side sim
Posted by Lieutenant Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in Lounge 1900hours -side sim
Posted by Captain Alexxander Ryley (Chief Medical Officer) in Lounge 1900hours -side sim
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A long day of chasing the EMH around sickbay granted him this, Ryley held the amber liquid in his glass to the light and then drank it in one fluid motion. Empty glass returned to the bar top with a clink. The greying old doctor made a face and screwed up one eye. How he detested synthahol. It was like a teen party with supervision all of the motions but none of the inappropriateness that made it worthwhile.Regardless he motioned to the bartender who brought him another with a small smile that Ryley returned with a scowl. He snatched the glass from the young Guy who held up a hand and walked away to serve another couple at the other side with the Doctor glowering at him the whole way.
Ryley shook his head, he was becoming much too sociable on this ship. This was the third time in the last week he had been in the lounge. He took the second drink much like the first and despite the urge to hunch his shoulders and give off a ‘leave me the hell alone’ vibe instead turned to watch the other patrons.
Ryley
MDMardusk had finished his shift and decided that a meal and drink or six was in order. Walking into the lounge, he looked around for an empty table. Seeing none, he gritted his teeth and looked at the bar. Seeing a few empty stools he made his way over and, seeing Ryley, nodded once and said “Evening, Doc.” and he waved at the bartender. “The usual. But hold off on the food until I get a table, will you? Thanks, Jazz.” and he sat down on one of the stools. Looking at the CMO, he said “How’s business?” and the bartender came back with a massive pitcher of cold, dark beer- no glass- and four shots of whiskey.
Mardusk, CoS
Ryley was in the middle of his favourite game. ‘Diagnose the crowd.’ He had his head tilted watching the NE in blue talking and laughing with another two NEs from the engineering and science divisions. Blue was scratching a patch of skin on his neck and side under his uniform. One of the other NEs in red at another table had her arms crossed and her lips pursed as she watched Blue’s show. A patch of red skin on her neck stood out further as she blushed and then standing stormed away from the lounge.
“Not bad.” Ryley eventually answered giving the CoS a quick glance up and down, his trademark tricorder like gaze only fleeting as he went back to the crowd. “Table over there free.” He commented pointing at the one the Red NE had just vacated. He turned back to the bar and seemed surprised when another full glass of scotch awaited him. Questioningly he looked at the bartender who was busy with Mardusk’s order and scowled again when the man simply smiled and finished putting the other drinks down to go about his business.
Ryley
MD“Sweet.” Mardusk said glancing at the table and then picking up the pitcher in one hand, downing two of the shots, and picking up the other two. “Hey Jazz!” he hollered at the bartender. “I’m heading to that table. Mind sending my food over there?” The barkeep nodded and gave the Security Chief a wink. “Want to join me, Doc?” Mardusk asked. “Hell of a lot more comfortable than these stools, and I’m buying.” he said with a chuckle.
Mardusk, CoS
Ryley looked over at him, he didn’t make himself merry at social events or share food with people as a rule of thumb, normally he would sit alone and scowl at people who came his way. A trait he had adopted from some Klingon crew years before. On the other hand closer proximity to study NE Blue was appealing. He rolled his head. “Sure why not.” He said against his better judgement and followed taking his own scotch with him.
He leaned his cane against the table and pulled his bad leg into a more comfortable position as he sat. “Let me guess your usual order of food is going to be enough to sink a small battle cruiser right?”
Ryley
MDWith a completely straight face, Mardusk said “I have no idea what you are talking about, Doctor.” as the barkeep came over Ryley’s head with a tray he set down with a small grunt. Off the tray and onto the table were unloaded two large rare rib-eye steaks, two baked potatoes with everything on them, a bowl of live Gagh, four rolls of sushi, and a bowl of Vulcan Ulan soup. All of which was accompanied by two more large pitchers of very dark beer and a large pitcher of water. Without a change in expression, Mardusk said “Oh, did you want anything?”
Mardusk, CoS
Ryley seemed unleashed by the sheer bull of food. “Nope. I don’t eat while I’m drinking.” He shook his glass slightly and sipped.
Ryley
MDMardusk nodded. “Good call. Waste of good synthohol to cushion it with food.” and he began eating. In between bites, he would pick up a pitcher like a glass and take a drink. After a few moments, he looked at Ryley and said in a low voice “Why you keep glancing at that Ensign? He owe you money or something?”
Mardusk, CoS
Ryley hummed in response and fishing in his pocket pulled out a hypo which he slid across the table to Mardusk. “The reason synthehol works is because enzymes in the humanoid body break it down and therefore all of the smell, taste etc and none of th fun parts. However there are ways of counteracting enzymes.” He turned and grinned at the other man then glanced back over at Blue. “No…” he paused and considered. “…well at least I don’t think so. I’m trying to diagnose him. See the patch of skin on his neck? and how he’s trying to use the back of the chair to rub at the side under his uniform?”
Ryley gave the CoS his full attention. “So how’s the head?”
“Much better, Doc. Thanks.” and he looked at the hypo and smiled. “Let you in on a secret. This…” and he picked up the pitcher of the dark beer, “… is the real stuff. Advantages of having an Admiral for a mom. Great presents. You’re welcome to some, if you like.”
Ryley raised his eyebrows and then picking up his glass drained it and held it out for a refill of the beer.
Frank walked around the lounge with a cautious demeanor. He saw Doctor Ryley and found it peculiar as to his presence for the party. He stealthily made his way to where he was. “Careful Lieutenant Mardusk. Doctor Ryley is known for pre-diagnosing people. He might mis-diagnose you.” Frank smirked at the pair.
Mardusk chuckled. “Mr. Gallagher, that doesn’t surprise me one bit. Have a seat if you’d like.” and he lowered his voice. “We are watching a pro in action. The fine Doctor is checking out a potential victim, er, patient… no. Wait. Had that right the first time.” and he chuckled again before picking up a handful of Gagh and tossing the wriggling worm-like things in his mouth. “Want some?” he asked and slid the bowl closer to Gallagher.
Mardusk, CoS
Ryley turned in his chair from watching Blue again and smirked at Frank. “Oh yeah? Well I’ve got a diagnosis for you right now Frankie boy, and I’m afraid it’s bad news.” He looked at Mardusk and smirked. “Your sense of humour is dead, my condolences.” He looked at the Gagh and shook his head, “I’m good. I prefer mine in Brine personally.”
Ryley
MDMardusk chuckled and said “Yeah, I figured you for a heathen like that, Doc.” and shoved a few more into his mouth before washing them down with beer. Looking at Blue scratching, he said softly “Is that something contagious? If it is, I can throw him out the window and then set this place on fire. It would make for an interesting incident report.”
Mardusk, CoS
Frank graciously accepted the Gagh and sat down with his Chief and Ryley. Digging his hand in the bowl pulling out the wriggling Gagh and proceeded to consume it like the Klingons. “When in Qo’nos” Frank tilted his head up and down the throat the Gagh went.
Gallagher
“Yeah well I prefer it to be saltier so shoot me. When you live off of the the blandedest of the stuff for a couple weeks you learn to appreciate the brine.” Ryley glanced at Blue. “Based on his annoyed Red got, I’m willing to bet he’s but I think you’re safe unless either of you two feel particularly seduced by his itchy sort of dance.” Ryley sipped the dark coloured beer Mardusk had given him. He closed one eye as the taste hit him and he swallowed with an appreciative sigh, “ Hate to admit it but that’s good stuff.”
Ryley
MD
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