Drinks (part 1)

Posted on Sat Sep 1st, 2012 @ 4:01am by Colonel Damon Raine & Lieutenant Commander Damion Wolfe

997 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: The Enemy Within: Lying in Wait
Location: Calypso's Lounge

ON

Damon left his shift early...well, that is to say he no longer had a shift. Since being replaced as the Executive Officer he found he no longer had any duties aboard the Calypso except for mission briefings and operational execution.

He found himself wandering the halls looking over information regarding his new ship's operational status when a thought struck him.

"Computer, what is the location of Lieutenant Wolfe."

=Lieutenant Wolfe is located on Deck 10. Davey Jone's Locker=

Damon turned and found his way to the turbo lift. "Deck 10."

Damion sat at a bar stool, looking over to a reflective surface. He was staring at his reflection as he finished his drink. He had a lot of things running through his mind as he let out a sigh. He tapped the counter, signaling for another one.

Damon entered the lounge and immediately caught sight of Damion sitting at the bar. He made his way over and took up a stool beside the officer.

The Ex- Executive flashed up two fingers at the bar tender and gave an ever so slight nod. The man behind the counter mirrored the same gesture and disappeared behind the bar.

"Drinking away the day, huh?" He asked the Lieutenant.

"And trying to resolve a personal issue." Damion let out a sigh as he straightened up and looked over to Damon. "How about you? Pondering what comes next after handing over the Executive seat?" He spoke softly and nodded a bit, nudging slightly with his shoulder. "Or getting used to being married?" He added a smile as the bartender brought their drinks and set them in front of who ordered what.

"Being married is the easy part...Still in the honey moon phase." He qualified. He knew there was no point keeping it quiet from Damion, he was in intelligence after all. He took one of the drinks set in front of him and pushed aside Damion's beverage with it. "Bad days deserve the real stuff." He left the drink and took a sip from his own.

Damion picked up the glass and shrugged. He took a sip and let out a bit of a grunt, adding a laugh and smile. "Holding out on us, Ehh Raines." He took another sip and nodded. "So what bring you here?"

"Hoping to run into you actually. I thought we could talk about what happened today. We didn't really have an opportunity to get into it before I got fired." He sipped his drink.

"Fired? I would call it being forcefully promoted. The Ontario sounds like a great ship, all be it expensive for a ship with one purpose." Damion replied as he took another sip of his drink, looking over to Damon. "Alright then, Let’s talk."

"Heh, not much gets passed you, does it?" He chuckled. The information about the Ontario was still new news to him. "How's your counseling going?"

Damion laughed a little and smiled. "I am the Chief Of Intelligence for a reason." He raised his glass at the man and took another sip. "Mind numbing, but that has come to be expected. Kind of hard to console someone who already knows what you’re going to say because it’s one of his fields of study." He laughed a little and then took another sip. "I'm glad to see you and York love each other enough to commit to each other." He chuckled slightly as he continued. "In my cause, it’s more the question of whether I should be committed then whether I would actually commit to one person."

"I have entirely no idea what you mean." Damon laughed. Having been there for the last couple of years, he knew enough that he felt he knew nothing. "Being in a relationship is just a giant question mark. It doesn’t follow a mathematical process, doesn't follow a set path of gathered information and it's not something you can shoot at. Our training through Starfleet can't help us."

"Funny. I would have thought you would use more of a Marine metaphor, then a scientific one." Damion replied with a laugh and cleared his throat as he lifted the glass to his lips. "She must really be getting to you." He took another sip of his drink and stared at the liquid in the glass as he continued to speak. "Although, if there was one person I would commit my life to, it would be Ronnie." He downed the rest of the liquid from the glass and put it down on the table, gesturing to the bartender for two more.

The bartender gave Damon a look for approval before filling the two glasses back up, three fingers this time.

"Sam has done a lot to change me, for the better I think. Overthinking it will hurt your chances, though. You can trust me on that."

"Thinking too much may actually get me killed one of these days." Damion looked over to Damon as the bartender walked away. He narrowed his eyes slightly and tried to pick up any surface thoughts. He was concerned there was more to this meeting then their appeared to be. He looked away slightly as he continued to scan Damon's thoughts, hiding his intentions by speaking out loud. "You ever regret going into Starfleet?"

Damon felt a familiar "tingle", being the best way for him to describe it, and knew Damion was probing his thoughts. "Yes and no. Yes I missed being a Marine, but giving it up was the right decision. All things considered right now, it was the best decision I could have made for my career as well. I never would have been given this opportunity had I stayed." He shrugged. "What are you looking for in there, by the way?" He asked as he tapped on his head.

(To be continued...)

Captain Damon Raine
Mission Advisor

Lieutenant Damion Wolfe
Chief Intelligence Officer

 

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