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Fin's Quarters - Apologies Given Where Apologies Are Due

Posted Feb. 28, 2021, 9:55 a.m. by Commander Jason Reilly (XO) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Lieutenant Fihnrilkk’Hob”ledn-ardol (Fin) (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Fin’s Quarters - Apologies Given Where Apologies Are Due

Posted by Commander Jason Reilly (XO) in Fin’s Quarters - Apologies Given Where Apologies Are Due
It had been two days since Jason had let his anger… and if he was being honest with himself (which he wasn’t) his hurt… with Fin spill out and lead to him to smashing a bottle against her wall and her smacking him in the back with a glass of her own. The bruise was still there, and still hurt a bit, but Jason hadn’t gone to Medical. Sitting in his room, he felt he had it coming.

He hit random keys on the piano softly, lost in thought, and then finally made up his mind. DA-DA-DA-DUMMM went the piano as he played an age old dirge refrain on the low notes, and then he closed the key cover and stood up and went into his bedroom.

It was late, really late actually, But he knew Fin tended to be a night owl like he was… at least she used to be. Maybe she’ll be in her office. he thought and asked the computer for her location. =/\= The CIO is in her quarters. =/\= came the response. Dammit. Reilly thought to himself. Well… in for a penny, in for a pound. and he started getting dressed. This was a personal matter, so he left the uniform and went with blue jeans and a loose fitting long-sleeved burgundy shirt. Slipping on some dark brown shoes, he went to the back of the closet and slid open the panel on the back side. Several rows of bottles of various sizes, shapes, and potencies lined the five shelves. Running his eyes over each, they fell on a bottle of dark Orion rum. Reilly nodded and grabbed it and walked out of the room and his quarters.

It took less than two minutes to reach her door. Taking a breath, he pressed the chime.

Reilly

Fin was going through recent communiques to weed out and delete the unnecessary ones, when the door chime sounded. She looked at the digital readout on the computer console. 23:34. That was quite late for someone to be stopping by on a social visit, so she figured it must have something to do with her work. Dressed in a pair of black, capris length leggings and an oversized, grey t-shirt that slid off one shoulder, she padded to the door on bare feet.

When her body activated the sensor and it opened, Jason stood there. One auburn brow raised at the sight of him. Fin said nothing, just let her gaze settle on his. She didn’t move out of his way or invite him in. Still bothered by the fight they’d had a few nights ago, she wasn’t about to encourage another, so she waited to see what he wanted.

—Fin

Jason looked at her and gave her a half-smile. Without stepping inside, he just held out the bottle of Orion rum (the good stuff, of course) and said “Apologies for bothering you so late, Lieutenant. I just wanted to come by and tell you that I’m sorry for the way I acted. It was… unprofessional. And probably more than little uncalled for. So… yeah. I’m sorry… Fin. Truly.”

Jason


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