Posted April 20, 2021, 2:21 p.m. by Civilian Astrid Rousseau (Chief Justice) (Amber DeSadier)
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Astrid set down her lemon drink and picked up the wineglass, looking into the deep red of the wine and taking a small sampling of its delightful smell. She wouldn’t drink much, but she could take a few sips and enjoy Zerbo’s rather awkward but well intended offer.
She picked up her glass and raised it. “I do believe that is an excellent toast Daimon-Ress Zerbo. I suppose, if Lord Duroc does not mind, we could welcome a third to our table this fine morning.”
Rousseau, HotJ
The big Klingon’s jaw muscles were visible and the pressure between his clenched teeth would have left marks in deuterium. BUt he nodded graciously at the CHief Justice and said “Of course, Your Honor.” and he picked up his glass and raised it as well. “To new opportunities for us all.”
Urg, Lord Duroc
“To new opportunites.” He said while he drank and then got up out of the chair. “I am afraid I must be going your Honor. Business and all of that. Besides. I got what I came here for.” He looked at Urg and winked and made sure he was not in striking distance. This game has played out. “You take care of yourself Lord Urg. Good day to you both.” Bowing once more but this time sincere and turned and walked away.
Daimon-Ress Zerbo
Astrid knew that the Klingon was doing his best to control his temper. It had to ruffle him a little to even be around someone like Zerbo. She sipped her glass and set it down, being respectful of the gift Daimon-Ress Zerbo had offered in getting it for the toast. She watched as he got up out of the chair and skipped out and struggled herself. Instead of anger, she held a great deal of mirth. Zerbo had intruded and made himself known in a way that they could not possibly ignore his acquaintance.
Finally, after he was truly out of Ferengi earshot, she could hold back no longer. She began laughing, soft giggles at first and then into full on laughter. Between breaths, she shook her head. “I do apologize Lord Duroc, I just found the situation to be so typical of a Ferengi, that I could not help but laugh at the absurd smoothness of it all.” She rested her hand on his arm, “Please do forgive me. I know he was incredibly tiresome for you.”
Rousseau, HotJ
As the Chief Justice laughed, Urg’s demeanor relaxed slightly. He did, however, pull a small device from his wrist guard and scan the table for eavesdropping and recording devices.
“Tiresome? Oh no, not at all. In fact, I was thinking just this morning that a bloated sack of money-grubbing arrogance was what every good brunch needed.” and he chuckled himself. “Remind me to contact the Daimon. Maybe if his business falters he has a future in the service industry.”
Urg, Lord Duroc
Astrid grinned, laughing a bit more. “Yes. He flatters us all and if you didn’t know any better, you would believe him.”
She shook her head ruefully and sipped the drink that Duroc had had sent to her before they met. It was far better than wine for a brunch and she enjoyed its sweet and tart flavor better. “Well, I am glad that he did not dim your humor. It would have been a shame since our brunch was going so well.”
Rousseau, HotJ
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