Posted by Lieutenant Commander Isyme zh’Siaqir (Assistant Chief Medical Officer) in Dinner and A Show

Posted by Lieutenant Kyle Anders (Security Officer) in Dinner and A Show

Posted by Trinity Fister in Dinner and A Show
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Kyle felt nervous as he crossed the deck towards Doctor Viasse’s quarters; it occured to him momentarily that he didn’t know what her first name was yet, so needed to rectify that quickly. The young man had tried to make an effort in tidying himself up, but still found that he was straightening his uniform jacket several times during the walk to his date’s quarters. Armed with a small house plant and a bottle of Scottish Whiskey from his supply of non-syntheholic drinks, he took one last look at himself in the reflection of the door and clicked the chime.

-Lieutenant Kyle Anders: Security Officer-

“All right.” Viasse squeezed her patient’s shoulder, “I’ll see you next week to check up on that hand. If you experience any problems, come right back, and we’ll look into them for you. Does that sound good?”

“Sure,” they nodded.

“Perfect,” Viasse smiled warmly. “Be sure to get some rest, and don’t overexert. All right?”

“Scout’s honour.” They raised their injured hand in a near salute, correcting it before they entered a world of pins and needles.

“Okay,” she chuckled and rolled her wrist to take note of the time. 18:50. She felt her heart speed up at the revelation, her eyes budging slightly. “Well, I have somewhere to be. Do you need anything before I go?”

“Nah,” they waved their free hand, “I’ll head back to my quarters here soon. Go do what you gotta do.”

“Thank you,” she smiled and snagged her PaDD to finish up the remaining paperwork.

By the time Viasse freed herself from the primary sickbay, her watch had ticked past 18:59. She was officially late. Though she moved swiftly, Viasse couldn’t catch Anders before he reached her quarters. Instead, he would detect the futile pitter-patter of regulation boots slapping against the hall floor. And if he were to turn, he’d see a rushed Betazoid woman jogging his way, strands of curly hair flailing behind her.

Viasse caught sight of him and tempered her gait to a walk. “You beat me!” She sounded from the opposite side of the hall, sheepishness unfolding in her smile. When she was within a few metres of him, she added: “I hope the wait was too arduous.”

— NDr. Viasse

Kyle grinned like a small child, “Not at all lass, I’m just sorry I came over before you were off shift!” Kyle had an arm behind his back throughout this few seconds of conversation, “I thought you could do with a little something to take your mind off things.” Presenting the bottle with a bit more of a flourish than he’d intended, he added, “I hope it’s your tipple.”

-Lieutenant Kyle Anders: Security Officer-

“Not at all,” Viasse waved her hand, “besides.. promptness is an attractive quality.” She winked, her gaze drifting curiously to his hidden hand. Soon, radiance consumed any hint of sheepishness in her demeanour. “Am I that easy to read?” Viasse chuckled, accepting the bottle with equal flourish. Lifting the bottle as if to inspect it, she considered Kyle through an amber lens, and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you. Why don’t we go somewhere we can enjoy this?” Viasse jabbed her head to the door, indicating her roommate. “Without an audience.”

— NDr. Viasse

Kyle chuckled while nodding politely to the young Doctor’s roommate. Kyle immediately noticed that they seemed annoyed at the young man, as though he had interrupted something, “Sorry Ensign, I’ll bring her back before dark, I promise.” He shot a wink and a child like grin to Viasse before extending his arm in the old gentlemanly fashion, “Shall we-,” he paused, “D’yknow, I never actually caught your first name?”

-Lieutenant Kyle Anders: Security Officer-

Viasse tossed her roommate a sheepish grin, mouthing a dismissive ‘I’ll be fine.’ Turning to Kyle (but not before catching the woman’s ever-petulant eye roll), she nodded and slipped her arm around his. “Ruvre,” she said after a moment’s pause, “Ruvre Viasse.” A beam consumed any hint of demure, leaving nothing but gentle joy in its wake. “Now that we’re properly aquainted,” she shot him a playful look, “we shall.”

— NDr. Viasse

‘I have an old haunt from back home I wanted to show you,’ Kyle began, ‘Tell me, is Jazz music of particular interest to you?’ Kyle was keen to impress, but was prepared to adapt his plans to whatever the young Doctor felt like doing.

-Lieutenant Kyle Anders: Security Officer-

“I pity the soul that doesn’t appreciate Jazz,” Ruvre smiled, her body touched by soft laughter. “Tell me about this ‘old haunt’ of yours. How did you find it?” Subtle excitement accented her words as they approached the Holodeck.

— NDr. Ruvre Viasse

“Ahh, spoilers my dear Doctor, (OOC: ;D) what kind of a date would I be if I gave everything away at the first hurdle,” Kyle winked playfully as he approached the Holodeck activation console, “Computer, activate program Anders Sigma Six.” When the computer responded, Kyle slipped his arm out from Ruvre’s and gestured for her to enter the Holodeck in front of him.

(OOC: hahaha :D)
Ruvre’s lips curved in a playful pout, zest shining in her onyx eyes. She watched as the doors parted at Kyle’s command, his arm slipping from hers to gesture her forward. Tempted by curiosity, Viasse smiled and sauntered onto the holodeck.

The room she saw looked like an old fashioned clubhouse, made from a mixture of old oakwood and more modern Federation standard metals. Off to one side, there was a small bar, with a rather jovial looking Bolian bouncing from corner to corner, offering drinks and a friendly smile to the holographic patrons. At Kyle’s entrance and the whoosing sound accompanying the Holodeck arch vanishing behind them, the Bolian spun and grinned like a Chesire Cat, “Kyle! Same as usual?”
“I came prepared this time Zee, though I appreciate the offer.” Gesturing to Viasse, Kyle added, “Allow me to introduce Doctor Ruvre Viasse, my date for the evening.” At this, Zee’s grin seemed to widen even further, “Pleasure to meet you love, welcome to the Treble Clef Lounge, any friend of Kyle’s is a friend of mine,” Zee leaned into Kyle and tried to whisper, though she spoke loud enough for Viasse to hear, “Say the word Kyle, I’ll deactivate myself and leave you two lovebirds to it.” She made a cheeky clicking noise with her mouth and winked.

-Lieutenant Kyle Anders: Security Officer-

Ruvre absorbed the ambience, her gaze drifting along the sea of patrons and their charming domain. In the far corner, a young Bajoran touched at a piano’s ghostly keys. His eyes drifted from its old, tenderly polished wood to those attending a nearby table. Empty glasses gave way to idle chatter that permeated the air. But their voices were only a fragment of the Clubhouse’s gentle dissonance. Close, a couple exchanged deceivingly artless glances, but their smiles lit up the room. Beyond them, a middle-aged woman hovered over her drink and stared into its ambered depths, searching — or perhaps reminiscing. Ruvre could lose herself in the world before her, but she managed to pull her gaze to Kyle and the approaching woman.

“Likewise,” Viasse hummed as a delighted smile chased the wonder from her face. Her lips parted to mention the Lounge’s charm, but Zee then leaned to whisper something in Kyle’s ear. A blush soon tinted her cheeks. “May have to take you up on that offer,” her voice rang with a confidence that didn’t match her face, “but for now.. I’d love to know the best spot to share a drink.”

— NDr. Ruvre Viasse

Zee tossed the young Doctor a rye grin and tossed a hand to the table in the centre of the room, that coincidentally had a single wax candle flickering with an off orange glow in the middle, two small glasses resting on either side, ‘Only the best for my two favourite customers,’ the Bolian hologram was pretending to gush, but Kyle couldn’t help but play along. Anders stepped over to the chair on the right hand side of the table and pulled out the chair, ‘Ladies first?’

-Lieutenant Kyle Anders: Security Officer-

Ruvre traced Zee’s unfolded hand to the table, a sceptical eyebrow lifting to her hairline. There wasn’t a fibre of her being that detested the candle, but she relished playing that card. Meandering over, she pressed a free hand to her chest and grinned. “Such a gentlemen,” she settled into the chair, “thank you.” Viasse tilted her head to the opposite chair and placed the whisky amid the glasses. “I can see why you ‘haunted’ this place,” she hummed, “it’s certainly got charm and the bartender is quite the character.”

— NDr. Ruvre Viasse, Internist

Kyle grinned, swiped the Whisky off the desk and uncorked the glass bottle, sighing at the oddly satisfying pop sound the bottle made. “She’s based on the geniune article, the real Zee and I thought it would be beneficial for her to be a self aware hologram. That way, she can be a bit like whatever ship I’m on’s version of Guinan, or Quark in some cases! Well, to forging new relationships,” Kyle had bored two measures of the whiskey and raised a glass with that cheeky flirtatous grin he had seemed to be wearing all evening so far.

-Lieutenant Kyle Anders: Security Officer-