Lower Lights (part 2)

Posted on Mon May 13th, 2013 @ 3:49pm by Senior Chief Petty Officer Helga (Hel) Lowe & Robert Patrick & Master Chief Petty Officer Barbara Tarango & Private 1st Class Trent Kushner & Morat

1,054 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: What Dreams May Come?
Location: Enlisted Lounge, deck 15

[CONTINUED]

[OLD]

Trent's head snapped up with such a jolt that his entire body jumped. The cup of coffee he was holding tipped over and quickly spread over the bar in front of him. He ignored the mess and instead looked around the bright lit room, taking stock of all the people there including the two ladies he had been speaking to. His eyes went back to the inky black liquid that had spilled out. ~A dream?~ "Uh, heh, clumsy hands i guess." He grabbed a napkin and began cleaning up the mess.

[NEW]

Hel grabbed some napkins and began to mop up the spill. "It's okay. we're all a little off right now."

Barbara helped Helga with some spills on bar as well as on the seats. "I agree..."

"Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I'm used to cleaning up spilled drinks at bars...though typically it's after they are thrown in my face." Trent gave a smile, his attempt at humour, despite himself.

Amarylis stumbled into the lounge struggling to keep her eyes open. The nightmare of Alexandra still fresh in her mind she was looking to find something to punch her in the face and wake her up.

She slumped herself onto the bar and called the bartender over. "Give me something that will make me stay awake or kill me." she requested.

Robert came up to Amarylis. "I'm not going to kill you, but I can give you a good stiff drink. That might wake you up." He went into the back and came back with a double shot of tequila. "Try this."

Amarylis put the glass to her mouth and swung her neck back downing the beverage. She shrugged her shoulders at Robert. "Might hold me up for an hour....but alcohol is a depressant. Normally overindulgence isn't an issue, but today is not one of those days."

"So, what's your preference?" he asked.

"Something strong, but natural. All these folks keep pumping sugar into themselves eventually they are gonna crash. You gotta keep away from that stuff if you are gonna stay awake."

"I have two dozen types of juice -- all natural. I also have a dozen types of water, some with herbs. Whatever the lady wants."

"Green tea and a bowl of raspberries." Trent said while stacking soiled napkins on the bar. "If you want to avoid coffee, that's your best bet." He shrugged.

Amarylis smiled at the man who gave the suggesting giving him a nod. "Thank you, that actually sounds really good." She turned back to the bartender. "Green tea and raspberries."

Robert nodded. He'd long ago learned not to question -- or comment on -- the requests of his patrons. He came back a minute later with green tea and a bowl of fresh raspberries.

Amarylis took a raspberry and popped into her mouth chewing on it satisfied with the taste that filled her mouth. "This is really good, where'd ya come up with something like this?" she asked.

"Ex-girlfriends...looking for natural ways to boost their energy..." Trent allowed a half smile.

"Did it work?" Amarylis replied with a playful grin popping another raspberry into her mouth.

"It's never enough." He flagged down the bartender and pointed at his cup of coffee for another refill.

"Really?" Amarylis said raising a brow. "Little bit of extra stamina in ya now?" she joked. "Well honey you better save it up you're gonna need it."

"Heh, if you only knew the half of it."

Amarylis snickered. "You couldn't handle a chick like me."

"Ex-girlfriends, remember? Having a Sergeant on your bad side is just a terrible idea."

"Don't you worry Private, I judge my marines based on their performance in the field, not under the sheets." Amarylis shot back sharply.

Robert brought the coffee and set it down with a thump. "No fights in here. You have a personal beef, take it to your quarters."

"I just met this young private and I have no beefs with him. Now if you would excuse us we were trying to have a nice conversation." Amarylis replied gritting her teeth slightly.

Robert just looked at her and then went down the bar to serve someone else.

Trent laughed a bit of the exchange. He put his hand up and began to tier it down. "Messing around with a Corpsman, Sergeant, then sisters. Worst people to get involved with."

"Couldn't agree with you more." Amarylis said with a chuckle. "Business and pleasure never mix....unless you are in the business of pleasure."

"And what exactly are you in the business of, Sergeant?"

"Taking names....when I have to." Amarylis replied letting his imagination fill out the rest.

"So long as i'm not one of them." Trent lifted his cup of coffee in a toast.

"You son, are fortunate enough to be on the right side of my nerves. You can have a drink with me anyway." Amarylis said raising her bowl of raspberries.

"Now that invitation I happily take." Tent drank.

"Tell me Marine, what squad have you been assigned to. I haven't seen you around here before." Amarylis said taking another raspberry.

"Alpha, First Squad."

"Really?" Amarylis said flabbergasted. "Well it just so happens that is my squad. Sergeant Amarylis Beckinsale, welcome aboard Private!" she said extending her hand out.

"Actually, I think it is me who should be welcoming you. I've always been First Squad." He took her hand. "If it's all the same to you, I'd rather like staying there too."

"Of course." Amarylis snickered. "I haven't had the time to look over my personnel files with all the commotion as of late. First the Columbia rescue, then the borg. This is the first chance I've had to rest since coming aboard."

Helga finished her drink and slipped off the barstool. She smiled at Trent. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise. Hopefully I'll see you again around here, not in sickbay." he offered a curt nod.

"Next time, I'll buy you a drink," she said. "You, too, Sergeant." With a nod she turned and headed back to sickbay.

OFF

Private First Class Trent Kushner
Marine
USS Calypso

Senior Chief Petty Officer Helga Lowe
Nurse
USS Calypso

Sergeant Amarylis Beckinsale
Marine
USS Calypso

Robert Patrick
Bartender

Master Chief Petty Officer Barbara Tarrango
Nurse
USS Calypso

 

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