Posted July 22, 2021, 9:27 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Lieutenant Cara Esmé O’Farrell (Counselor / Education Specialist) in Lounge - Neighbors… Thats Very Convenient (Tag CNS)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in Lounge - Neighbors… Thats Very Convenient (Tag CNS)
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Marrdusk smiled and said “You know… you are the only person who has ever come in my quarters and asked about that first…” he said as he poured himself a pint as well. Looking up and at the back of her head, red hair seemingly on fire as it fell in curls and rings down across her shoulders and down her back, a sudden low-grade electric shock went from the base of his head to the bottom of his spine. He coughed slightly and shook his head. What the hell was THAT?! he thought and then shook it off and said “So that is the jersey my dad played in in his last match. Just so happened to be the same day he met my mom. He always said it brought him luck.”
Mardusk
Cara smiled, she loved stories like that. “I take it they won the match too?” She heard him cough and glanced over at him, but he was apparently fine. “You ever play?” He had said that his father died when he was young and so it was just him and his mom. Cara would hazard a guess that out of everything in here that shirt meant the most. Maybe not the hardest won, but it connected him to his past, to his family. The shrub or moss, as he put it. And no one asked about it first? How strange. After glancing at the records she moved over to the table to sit.
O’Farrell
Mardusk chuckled as he looked at the jersey. “They actually lost. My dad said it was the last time he lost… after that he had my mom.” He stared at the jersey for a moment and then looked at Cara.
“You know… I never got to talk to my dad. Not a word.”
Mardusk
Cara reached over and laid a gentle hand on his forearm. “I’m really sorry, Gravel. I can’t even imagine what that would be like.” She didn’t suggest ways to deal with it, or ask the absolutely inane question if he had someone that was like a father to him. That was just insulting. He had told her all he had was his mom, so it had to have been her who told him. “It sounds like he was totally taken with your mum.” After a moment she stepped back and sat down quietly, letting him deal with the moment.
“We made a deal, so tonight you get to ask and then tell.”
O’Farrell
Mardusk smiled and took a seat across frombher and said “He was taken with both of us. You can hear it in his voice. Never knew him myself, but I know he was glad I was his kid.” He picked up the Guinness and said “To the best looking woman in the room.”, and he smiled at her.
“Okay, I ask and then tell. Cool. But first… food.” He reached over and took the cover off her plate. On it sat one of the most amazing looking burgers: thick meat patty cooked medium rare, a slice of Dublin cheddar, sliced onion, crisp lettuce, pork belly instead of bacon… all on a warm and freshly baked bun. On the side, frech fries. And on the side of the plate were three ramikens: one mustard, one mayonnaise, and one actual HP sauce.
Mardusk looked at her and grinned. “One of those is a test. You put it on your burger and I can never hang out with you again.” he said with a chuckle.
Mardusk
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