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

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

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

Reia gasped and her eyes widened. She was clearly teasing him at this point.

“Oh you wouldn’t dare!” she giggled, “Promise?” she whispered.

• Reia

Dagen’s mind ‘felt’ clear, just as he figured that Reia’s was, but he knew by the way that his mind quickened along the path of blurting out what was on his mind rather like his thoughts had found its way onto a waterslide, that he was well on the way to acting on these slippery thoughts. However, that being said, those thoughts made a great deal of sense. His senses were alert to Reia and her pheromones and he knew that they affected him and he certainly knew they affected others. He just didn’t want a brawl happening before he carried her out. Curiously, a part of his mind detached from the rest observed that his thoughts implied he was going to do that. Hmm.

He gave her a ‘look’ that said in effect ‘oh I would’, before absently tasting more of that drink. It felt very pale to his taste buds, a fruit flavored water. To her whisper he raised one brow and winked with the other eye.

Marius smiled, he knew it wasn’t how well a person put the drinks down… it was how well they kept it down. He wasn’t paying the attention he normally would as he found his wife a little distracting. The Mariuses had been together for a long time, but each time he couldn’t help but smile when he saw his wife… dressed up or not, well when the weren’t fighting.

Marius

Sage, dressed in her Mrs Santa finery was staying close to Cal at the party. As he looked around, checking on the crew, she was moving to the music that played over the comm. She was the dancer in the family, not her husband, although he could certainly hold his own on a dancefloor. The more vodka she drank, the more expressive her moves became and she was nearing the point where her dancing was only for one pair of eyes.

—Sage

“Mrs. Claus, I’m not certain Mr. Claus would approve.” Despite his his comment he was enjoying the show. He just wondered if it was a show that other other crew members should observe. He debated with himself for a moment. It was Christmas party after all and he did order no dress code so people would get ‘loose’. “Although, I’m growing progressively of the opinion that I don’t care what Mr/ Clause thinks.”

Dagen caught sight of Sage dancing; it was not hard to miss. When he pulled his glance away to Reia he found his hand had strayed higher on her leg. “Dance?” he asked his wife.
Dagen

Reia had the feeling that Dagen would probably prefer a harder drink which was fine because she had one waiting for them back in their quarters. He was being so indulgent that he definitely deserved it. Smiling, she took his hand and gracefully stood, no sign that the alcohol had any effect on her movements. Perhaps she wasn’t as tipsy as she had wanted him to think she was.

“Oh yes. We absolutely must dance.”

• Reia

Taking her hand they shifted out to the thinning dance floor. The ranks had thinned; people had either left or they had shifted to smaller groups at tables rather than milling about. Time had a way of doing that; people only wanted to stand for so long before finding a place to sit. She moved easily, Dagen noticed, but then he was paying more attention to the swing of her hips and the shape of her legs. He, on the other hand, was moving in a slightly exaggerated manner suggesting he was under the influence. When they came together on the dance floor, Dagen’s arm slid easily around her and pulled her close - closer than what would normally be done. He was curious about Reia right now, and feeling the not small possessive tickles of the pherohol .. that term he coined of her pheromones and alcohol mix running amok in his system. He knew that she could see over his shoulder with their heights and he whispered, “What do your elf eyes see?”
- Dagen

Marius CO

Reia was moving in unison with Dagen, enjoying the feeling their bodies moving together, letting her mind wander, smiling for the rest of the crew to see and not giving a damn about it.

Dagen was floating, or so it felt, in their dance. Such rhythm often felt like that to him, the back and forth being not unlike his swishing while skiing. Sometimes that sensation was almost identical, though in this case with Reia so close there was that ‘small’ detail that made the event utterly separate. He was warming to the dance, and then some. There were other people about but unless they drew in any way near he didn’t pay any attention. One hand about her near the small of her back kept her close; the tickle of her hair at his cheek and neck were soft and he smiled at the way his five o’clock shadow caught some strands in their net.

“I only have eyes for you silly. But they actually see this crowd thinned out a little bit or, maybe, they see into the future.” she said teasingly before shifting positions slightly to kiss his cheek.

• Reia

“Or are celebrating bringing in the future,” he said smiling. Which is what he wanted to do but fought to ‘enjoy the moment’. It must have been quite a sight for them - he in a formal almost tuxedo and her in something that he would have placed more hippie than anything. Tipping his head in response to her kiss he returned it at the base of her neck. “They may not have wanted to be a group when bringing in the new year?” Idly he thought that the Trill new year was still three months to come. Earth standard holidays did dominate celebrations, but allowed for each race to have their own.
- Dagen

Reia had a feeling that Dagen was keeping a very close eye on the time. She had asked him for half an hour but found she was quite enjoying herself.

Thor was good at time counting. Very good, which was why he was rarely inadvertently late for things. His general lateness was in the line of ‘Thanks Thor, good to know. I’ll just finish this little bit up’ .. which was famous last words for arriving to things on time. He knew time was ticking but for him time was rather relative; holding Reia put him in a fairly timeless state. Of course that battled with the sensations coursing through him that ramped up a conundrum of conflicting priorities.

“Did you know I left a bottle of whiskey on the bedside table? Very last thing I unpacked. I think it was something my family sent that I never got around to opening or something. I don’t know if you saw it before you came here.” she said shyly. Where had that shyness come from?

• Reia

In fact he didn’t know that. He’d replicated the ‘tux’ and was fussing with that - in a bit of a hurry as usual - and hadn’t looked that way. Not that they had a huge room in which things were easy to miss. Since Reia had moved in ‘his’ old quarters and ‘their’ quarters were night and day from mess to tidy and even homey. Wryly he thought that was likely why he missed things. Ironically he thought that he kept a very clean engine room but his quarters were, and the classic word ‘were’ a mess. His mind moved back to what Reia said. “Is it a local brew?” he asked, though in a galactic context, local essentially meant Australia. That intrigued him but the way that he was feeling he wasn’t sure they’d get to it. But then they were not too long before leaving and it was enticing. She was enticing, always surprising him. He sensed her tone and he wasn’t sure how to process it. With lips close to her ear he replied, “Can’t wait to try it.”
- Dagen

Reia didn’t actually remember but, knowing her gramps, it had to be. He was very proud of where they came from and it certainly wouldn’t have been anything Orion.

“Um yes. It would have to be. When you meet my gramps you’ll understand.” she purred softly.

Reia was uncertain of who was leading this dance or if it even had a leader. All she knew was that her body was moving against Dagen’s and it felt wonderful. The other people around them could have been as far away as the nearest star. Nothing really mattered.

• Reia