Posted Sept. 26, 2023, 8:23 p.m. by Gamemaster Deus Ex Machina (GM) (Luke Hung)
Posted by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Mandatory Annual Counseling- Kelly with Rinker…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present
Posted by Gamemaster Deus Ex Machina (GM) in Mandatory Annual Counseling- Kelly with Rinker…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present
Posted by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Mandatory Annual Counseling- Kelly with Rinker…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present
“We getting drunk after this,” Kelly said to Ian entering the counseling suites. While she was just as irritated as her husband, at this minute, she was a wife and not a commanding officer.“Plastered,” Ian winked at her before heading over to Cara’s door.
Kelly waited until Ian entered the office before palming the door chime to Rinker’s office. She had zero desire to be in his office when it wasn’t a social call. Socially, the man was great to catch a drink within the lounge. He was quick with his wit and his humor fell right in Kelly’s sweet spot of funny but with a sprinkle of sarcasm. Waiting she took a sip of her coffee knowing Rinker tended to not see the point of playing food and beverage host during his one-hour session. She didn’t doubt he could give her a cup of coffee but Kelly had known the man long enough to know he knew her trick of using coffee to avoid and evade less than comfortable situations.
Kelly Bordeaux CO
“Enter,” Rinker called abruptly. Much like a captain order to go to warp a counselor’s call to enter his office was an iconic part of his personality.
“Ah, Captain, commander, the Bordauxs - Bordeauxes…” He tilted his head. Even though the spelling had changed the pronunciation didn’t really match the sounding.
“So are we doing couple counseling, or am I going to have to do this one at a time.”
Rinker
“Today one at a time,” Kelly said before turning to Ian and whispering something under her breath to him. While Rinker would not hear the words, he would see the expression on Ian’s face. It was an expression of irritation and annoyance but changed as fast as a breeze to the more casual smile he typically wore. Kelly watched Ian walk out and kept her back to Rinker long enough to replace whatever expression she was wearing to a more neutral one when she turned to face the chief psychiatrist.
“We are your 1300 and 1400-hour appointments,” she confirmed what Rinker already knew. “Ian has to go for his annual psyche eval suddenly even though it is four months off just like I suddenly was required to get mine done.” The disdain in her voice was evident. “It was suggested that we not see the same person so he is with Cara for the next hour. After that he is coming back over here to discuss some…things.” Kelly had an easy relationship with most of her crew. She didn’t mince words but she also wasn’t as reserved as she seemed to be now. Taking a seat across from Rinker, Kelly looked around the room. She was far more formal than normal and clearly tense. Whether it was because she was being forced here, like Ian next door with Cara, to satisfy the powers that be back in Starfleet HQ or due to the obvious recent events in her life remained to be seen.
“Who would suggest that?” Rinker countered. He had several theories that would suggest separate counselors would be a good idea. He disagreed. The fact is an individual therapist probably shouldn’t be the couple’s therapist, but a therapist could do individual therapy for two people. In fact often it was helpful as it was getting both sides of an argument without letting them argue.
Rinker was, immodestly, a better therapist than Cara, with more than two decade more experience, and probably more importantly not intimidated by the Captain or the Commander.
Focusing her gaze on Rinker, Kelly decided to be direct. “So are you and I going to do a dog and pony show for an hour before you stamp me sane and fit for command or are we going to make this easy and you sign off now so we can have a drink before Ian gets here?”
Kelly Bordeaux CO
“You are bossy even in settings where you aren’t the boss.” Rinker looked under his desk for a moment and pulled out a bottle and two glasses.
“Ill defer to the fact that you are sane, and meet you halfway. Drinks and you can tell me what has been your biggest personal problem this year.” He poured the two glasses way too full for 1pm in the morning. “Just so you know, I’m going to drink on duty for your husband as well.”
Rinker
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