Posted July 4, 2020, 1:10 a.m. by Lieutenant Revna Edman (Counselor) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Nash (Chief Tactical Officer) in side-sim Ten Forward and Tracking People Down
Posted by Lieutenant Revna Edman (Counselor) in side-sim Ten Forward and Tracking People Down
Revna sighed. Some people just had to make it hard. That was fine by her. Being in an office with four walls didn’t suit some people. She was off duty official duty but her job…actually jobs now, never really stopped. Revna left her office and headed down to the preschool classroom. There was so much work to do here, but she picked up a PaDD and headed to her quarters. She changed, cotton jeans and a long t-shirt. She headed for Ten-Forward.Revna entered and looked around. There were a few people there. Apparently they liked Mike’s bar better. That was okay she had to look over the files on the PaDD anyway. She walked over to the bar and along its length, and spotted exactly what she was looking for. The end bar stool. She took a seat and bit back a smile as the bar tender shook his head and pointed to another seat. She settled in and started looking at the PaDD.
“Look, miss, you don’t want to sit there, there are plenty of places you can sit where you can go about your business in peace.”
Revna smirked, “Oh no, lad, I’m exactly where I want to be. I’ll have a Shirly Temple for now.” The bar tender gave her her drink with a look like she was crazy. Revna took a sip of her drink and turned back to the PaDD. She had to inventory what the preschool had before she could start making plans. She took a sip of her drink and worked through the information on her PaDD while she waited.
Lt. Edman, Counselor
Revna didn’t have to wait long, her timing was almost perfect. Nash came through the doors not long after she had sat down on his bar stool, out of uniform and in his casual high collared coat, undone to reveal a casual button up shirt and dark khakis, the ever present cigar stub was stuck in the corner of his mouth.
Nash hardly noted the few people in Ten Forward anymore, he preferred it this way anyway as opposed to the bustle it had once been. Without looking around he turned for the bar and had already taken a good number of steps before he realized that another person was sitting in his seat. He recognized the coppery blond hair and the twin braids immediately, and while he shook his head slightly, he smiled She looked different out of uniform. Touche, Princess. Well played ran through his mind.
He hadn’t paused though, and by the time he reached the bar the bartender was already moving to talk to him. “Tequila, Harry,” Nash said as he took a seat one apart from Revna, placing the stub of the cigar in the ashtray that was usually strategically placed near his seat.
“Her we go, Mr Nash,” Harry said, passing him a tumbler and a bottle of the gold alcohol. “Did you want to eat?”
“Sure Harry, but take the ladies order first. It looks like she’s going to have her work cut out for her. Ever tried an Arnold Palmer, Lieutenant Edman? I never could stand the sweetness of a Shirley Temple myself.”
Lt Cmdr Nash, CTO
Revna seemingly didn’t pay attention, but knew exactly when Lt. Cmdr Nash walked in. Eyes glued to her PaDD continuing to read and work she noted that having her in his seat didn’t cause a physical reaction, no faltering, no change in pace. He handled surprises well, or at least annoying interruptions of daily routine.
At the mention of her name she looked up, curiously. “Actually I can’t stand them either, not since I was a kid. But since I’m currently working on the preschool curriculum, that I got snagged into taking care of, I thought the nostalgia might remind me of how a child thinks.” She tipped the PaDD and then set it down.
As she spoke she turned in the seat to face him. A random strand of hair annoying was quickly brushed out of the way. Her braid in disarray from moving all the equipment in the offices that day. “Actually, it has been a very long time since I’ve had an Arnold Palmer, Lt. Cmdr Nash.”
Lt. Edman, Counselor
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