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Holiday Celebration

Posted Jan. 19, 2021, 10:09 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Dagen Thor (CE) (Gene Gibbs)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reia Shandy (CIO) in Holiday Celebration

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Dagen Thor (CE) in Holiday Celebration

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reia Shandy (CIO) in Holiday Celebration
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Ben grinned ear to ear. Finally they would be wed and could start their life together. “Captain, midnight would be great, we can celebrate our wedding and the new year all together. Of course everyone is invited.”

Ben SO

Lieutenant Park raised his glass in a noticeable bellowed tone “Here’s to new adventures and new memories. To Captain Marius, who gets to supervise us loonies. To Doctor Brennan; to her gentle care and who has more patience than I know. To the Genny; May she bring us home relatively safe. Cheers!”

Lt. Park

Calvin smiled. “I don’t know if I’ve ever been toasted.” He raised an eyebrow as he wracked his memory. There were a couple of drunken nights where he was called a son of a B, but he didn’t think that quite qualified.

marius

Sage lifted her glass and clinked it with her husbands. She would toast Cal anytime! The crew admired him and they didn’t even know him very well—but he had instilled a certain kind of trust with them. They knew he would look out for each and every one of them. The part of the toast about her was nice, but truthfully, she was just doing her job—a job she loved.

—Sage

Reia smiled and raised her glass in toast with the rest of them. Smiling, she clinked glasses with Dagen whom she was still standing next to. Setting the empty aside, she reached up and ran her fingers through his unruly mop of hair until she had his ear bent close to her…

“And to the most handsome engineer in the fleet. As long as you are in the engine room I know I will always be safe. Now, I am starving and I’m off to find food.”

With that she pressed her lips to his earlobe before turning to catch a server with hefty nibbles.

  • Reia

Dagen had been quietly sipping and listening to the banter between Bat and Deeg, two of the most unlikely pairings of friends he could think of. Deeg had got to be the oldest ensign in the fleet and he wondered whether he should nudge along some kind of promotion; he had known the man from time on the now long decommissioned Draco. A private person, Deeg really didn’t know much about his background though knew Engineering was not his first discipline. As such in his musings he missed the beginning of the toast and only heard the latter speak of of a toast to the Genny, which he was happy to do, then his glass was clinked and he blinked; he had certainly let his mind run about.

Her fingers drew him down. Her kiss made him tingle. Her words warmed him. Seeing her in her period costume distracted him. However he drained his drink as he looked at her pillaging the passing tray. Given that he had not eaten more than some stray nibbles and had been working on his glass, he pondered this holiday and the up and coming year. It was a year since he had met Reia. This would be his first year with her now and, he knew from past hosts, that this excitement would slow and serious questions would come up about the future and plans and the like. Not that that would strain anything. Indeed it could cause it to grow stronger what they had. It was simply a life thing and a challenge to come. Right now adjusting to her pheromones was a biggie. Soon it will be other things. Inwardly he shrugged. Past hosts had done it and he could draw from that experience.

“Right behind you,” he said, collecting a refill of his glass with one hand and balancing a small tray of what were termed ‘holiday treats’, most of which he only vaguely recognized.
- Dagen

Ben raised his glass with the rest of the crew and heartily toasted the Captain and his wife. He gazed at T’Lora, glad in the fact that they now had a day and time set for the wedding, and the Captain had agreed to perform the ceremony. It truly was a joyous time of the year.

Ben SO

Reia didn’t need to look back to know Dagen was following her. There was something unspoken between them pheromones or not. She found a table at the edge of the action and waved down a passing server. After taking most of what he was carrying, she flopped down unapologetically and grinned up at Dagen.

Dagen’s attention was split between following Reia and dodging others without losing his platter which, in the end, was deftly snatched up by Reia in a dexterous and surprise motion followed by a landing usually reserved for a softer couch after a long day.

“And there you have it. I should really remember to eat on days like this. Come sit husband.”

The Trill grinned and shook his head and pulled up a chair next to his wife. He looked at his ‘small’ stack of foods and Reia’s heaped plate. “Metabolism is a wonderful thing,” he said with a smirk.

She waved her hands over several plates full of wings and the like.

“Salty no .. spicy yes, I hope,” he said. “Remind me to always partner with you on a wings eating contest.”

Odd, but they were mostly protien. she realized. Perhaps Reia was going through a carnivorous streak.

  • Reia

Stretching out his feet he tugged his jacket down and gratefully noticed that there were no ‘slips’ and ‘drops’ on it yet. Off in a corner he could see Bat’s thick arms waving as he was describing or expounding on something. Deeg, nearby, was simply sipping from his glass. ‘The man has the patience of a saint,’ he thought to himself.
- Dagen

Reia started eating as she thought over what Dagen had said and then, abruptly, put a spicy wing down.

“Metabolism? What do you mean metabolism? You’re really going to have to explain yourself.”

“Metabolism, the mechanism where energy changes form inside the human body.” Calvin offered unhelpfully. One would think he would be more empathic since he was a married man who knew too much about putting his foot in his mouth.

“She is very energetic,” Dagen replied automatically, his eyes flickering from the captain back to Reia.

She leaned forward and planted a hand firmly on Dagen’s knee. There was a teasing look in her eyes. She wanted an explanation but wondered if she’d caught him by surprise.

Dagen enjoyed banter, though in this case didn’t expect a reply from his famished wife. His hand strayed to hers and covered it. Her hand was warm. “What I mean, my love, is that I appreciate your hearty metabolism and all the benefits that I draw from it.” He finished that statement with a wink, his eyes meeting hers then following her hand as she clutched the drink.

Reia had been wondering if her dear husband was thinking stamina, not metabolism however, like all self conscious females, she wondered if he had thought she was putting on a bit of weight. It was all so confusing.

Her eyes widened and she finally just laughed and smiled.

Somehow Dagen felt that he had just dodged a torpedo there and was happy to run with that. He recalled when accessing some ‘memories’ from Thor to him about Lin, his previous female host, that she had had a penchant to ‘test’ her husband with little word twists and questions that her hapless husband often fell into those pits.

A server set more drinks on their table and, without thinking, Reia picked up a glass with the other hand and drank about half of it’s contents. Setting it down, she licked her lips.

“Mmmm. I don’t know what that is, but I like it.”

  • Reia

A dawning thought was that she had been sipping something perhaps spiked. What she drank there .. ancestors knew what was in it but he suspected it wasn’t mild. “Can I get you a drink?” he asked, his eyes twinkling. Yes, he’d have to get her out of here sooner than later if this continued.
- Dagen

Reia finished the drink and leaned forward.

“Here. It’s sweet. Taste.”

“Sweet is good,” he said, expecting the glass, but found her lips suddenly at his. He blinked, startled as he had been looking at the glass in her slim fingers.

She offered her lips to Dagen in a teasing kiss. The drink had been a pale green bubbly sweet concoction tasting slightly of honeydew melon and she did desperately want another.

  • Reia

His eyes widened in surprise but he held his ground, er, lips, and tried to focus. That was never a strong point when he was kissing Reia. He tended to find that other thoughts rolled around that was different than flavor testing. As he responded in their kiss he could sense her tease, and, if distant, a taste of the drink. Admittedly it was a hint but for another of those kisses he would profess wisdom greater than his tastebuds. The best he could sense was ‘fruity’. “Nice,” he said, which could have meant anything to do with the taste or the kiss or the weather on Risa at that time, but it would work.

Noticing that her eyes cast out for another he too searched about. Noting a waiter with a platter of drinks that might resemble hers he held up his hand in a wave to wave him over with the intent to snag one himself. That would be a change from his norm of the night, but that could be a welcome change.
- Dagen

Marius

The waiter recognized the CE and his lovely wife even though he was relatively new to the ship. Making his way to them he offered the tray.

“You like Midori sir?” he asked by way of a conversation starter.

‘I think I will have to,’ he thought to himself. Fruity was okay but it was to him much like the cream like drinks. They went down way too easily which was why he preferred something harder. It was more a sipping drink than one he downed faster. “They go down easily,” he said in reply, which was rather noncommittal he realized for an answer.

Reia turned and smiled at the young man, “Oh, that’s right. I can’t ever remember the name of that particular liquor. Why don’t you just leave the tray?” she asked.

His eyes moved over the tray. There were several there. Together they could work on that but .. he recognized the look in the waiter’s eyes. ‘Danger, Will Robinson’ flickered through is mind; that was something Thor’s first host often said though he never really tried to figure out where that was from. He helped him position the tray.

The young man set the tray down and backed away slowly though he desperately wanted to sit down and pull the young woman into his lap.

Reia

“Might be best to find another tray,” Dagen said with a knowing nod. “That group over there looks thirsty.” He pointed to a group across the room.

He passed Reia one of the glasses and took one for himself. “To the most lovely woman,” he said, clinking her glass. Raising it to his lips he caught the faint odor and then downed half of it as it was simply smooth and went down easily. “After this one we should snag another and take it on the road.” Looking at his glass, he thought that two could go down before long.
- Dagen

Reia giggled and toasted with him. Half of the green liquid slid down her throat with ease. She set the glass down and studied her husband.

‘Downed like a sailor,’ Dagen observed, though he was no different at this time. He had been imbibing through the evening himself; he could hardly be a prude or hypocritical.

“Aw come on, can’t we stay a little longer? I’m really having so much fun just relaxing and seeing people with their guard down. It’s very helpful in my line of work to get to know people in all facets of their behavior.”

It was obvious that Reia was just a bit tipsy even though her thoughts made sense.

She leaned in close to Dagen.

He could smell the fruity drink on her breath and the way her words flowed out just a bit more gushy than normal. His hand rested on her knee. Her ‘argument’ could be valid if it weren’t potentially dangerous. Even now he could ‘feel’ more the effects of her pheromones. He had grown to recognize them if only on a trial and error basis. Earlier it was a crap shoot between whether it was what he had been drinking or her. Now, however, it was more recognizable. It felt like intoxication but much more focused. Combined with the drinks it was a heady thing. His fingers squeezed.

“I promise to be good for another half hour and then we can go.” she whispered.

  • Reia

“A little longer,” he said, “But don’t blame me if before that time I go all cave-Trill on you and throw you over my shoulder and carry you back home.” He would be happy for the half hour. What he said was a defense mechanism as well to get her out before she caused any potential issues. The pheromones did bring out the baser senses and possessively carrying his mate out was not too far out from reality.
- Dagen


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