Unexpected meeting

Posted on Thu Nov 10th, 2011 @ 11:43am by Private 1st Class Trent Kushner & Lieutenant Desiana "Dezzy" Torel

1,525 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: The Race for the Lost Treasure
Location: Lounge

ON

The lounge...It was by far Dezzy's favorite place to be on the ship. It was the one of the only places in which she could observe the other members of the crew from the outside. She loved watching the interactions and feeling the emotions that come from them. With a smile on her face she walked towards the crowded bar finding only once open space just large enough for her to squeeze into. She wasn't planning on stay for long, just long enough to get her drink. It was easy to flag down the bar tender and with in a few moments a fresh drink was sitting right in front of her. She wrapped her fingers around the glass as she turned and bumped right into the man to her left. Her quick reflexes kept the spill contained to the counter leaving both her and her victiam untouched by the amber liquid. "Oh my...I am so sorry." She said sincerely as she flashed her best smile.

"No worries." Trent smiled back. "In a place this crowded it's kind of to be expected. You Fleeties sure pack it in." He motioned to the crowded lounge.

"Really?..." Dezzy asked as she looked around. "So you are telling me that you are the only Marine here?" She gave him a cheeky grin as she took a sip of her fresh, non-spilled drink.

"I might very well be, yes." He chuckled. "Us 'Rines have our own watering hole at the barracks. Not as nice a set up as this one...actually it's just a Sergeant with a bottle of moonshine."

"Well with an option like that...Why are you slumming it up here with us Fleeties?" Desiana's tone was sweet as sugar as she awaited his answer. Marines always amused her.

"I like to see what it's like on the other side from time to time. You know how it is, hoping the fence to the dark side." He winked.

"Yeah...the grass is always greener as they say." Desiana volleyed. "So what do you think? Of the dark side that is?"

He took a good look around the room. "A lot more colouful than i'm used to. In the barracks it's all military fats. You fleeties tend to dress up when you go out. Other than that," He took a sip from his glass "your booze is a lot better."

"I think it is more the fact that they have showered recently that you notice." Desiana replied with a wink. "For most of the marines I have met that is a bit of a novelty." She glanced around the room, surveying who she was sharing the space with before turning back to her company. "I am Desiana...Dezzy for short." She didn't extend her hand, it was a Terran custom not a betazoid one.

"Trent." He gave her a curt tilt of his head. He took a sip of his drink before a smile spread across his face. "So, are you ready for the classic 'creepy guy at the bar treatment'? Ahem. Hey beautiful, come here often?" He gave his best suave imitation, raised eyebrow and all.

Normally Desiana would have tired to hide her amusement in favor of a more sultry demeanor, but not tonight. She laughed lightly as she took a sip of her drink and did her best to contain it. "Actually no...I am new to the ship...but I can see that line working like a charm for you."

He chuckled. "I'm a student of the arts." He gave her a slight bow, which given the limited space, wasn't much. "Although, I have to say, it seems to have worked for that guy." He motioned to a couple at the other end of the bar where a woman was obviously fawning over a gentleman beside her.

Desiana looked over at the couple Trent mentioned watching and reading for a moment. "She is lonely and desperate...he is uninterested...but wants his buddies at the table over there to think he is suave." She pointed at the table she mentioned with a laugh. "Its working." She finished as she tapped her fingers on her empty glass.

Trent grinned at the breakdown until he noticed her glass. With mock incredulity he looked at it. "Well we can't have you without a drink, now can we?" He quickly flagged down the bartender and ordered two more. "Alright, so you're new. What's your opinion of this fishbowl." He asked as he looked around the lounge.

Dezzy smiled in appreciate at the refill. "I always like the lounge on pretty much any ship. It gives me a chance to observe the other members of the crew." she took a sip of her newly filled drink before continuing. "I always enjoy watching the meeting and flirting rituals of other races...How about you? You craving your marine moonshine?"


"Not especially. I've been on the Caly for as long as she's been in service and yet still feel like i'm somehow missing on her pulse. It's good to 'get out' like this from time to time." He took a long sip from his drink as he looked about the other bar patrons. "Besides," He said with a grin. "How often would I get to see that." He pointed to the earlier man who had been recently ejected from his table. He was now making rounds to all the pretty girls in an obvious attempt to pick one up.

Desiana followed Trent gesture just in time to see the man in question strike out. It wasn't the fact that he had failed that amazed him but simply that he didn't seem to care. Most men in his position would have been at least a small bit discourage, but not this man. He just moved on to a new target. "I think she might need a few more drinks for that one." Dezzy joked as she took a sip of her drink.

"Or she was a bigger predator than he is." He remarked "You pretty ones know the score almost immediately after we start talking to you. She wouldn't have let him stick around unless she was playing with him. I'd be willing to bet that she just got bored and cut him loose."

"You think I am pretty?" Desiana said more as a statement then a question. She took a sip of her drink. It wasn't very often that she ran into a male that didn't appreciate her looks. She couldn't help but flutter her eyes a bit. "If men think of us as predators why not go after an easier target?"

"That's easy, thrill of the hunt." He said with a shrug. "Besides, no one wants a concession prize." He sipped at his drink again. "I've always felt it's better to swing and strike then never swing at all." He gave her a smile. "Baseball reference, human sport." He added, just in case.

"Ah yes..." Desiana said as she took a sip of her drink. "Origin unknown...structured in 1845 by Alexander Cartwright, the father of baseball." She flashed Trent a smile as she looked back at the Marine.

"Oh no." Trent rolled his eyes. "Pretty and intelligent. A lot of guys would think you their worst nightmare." He grinned.

Dezzy laughed into her glass before setting it back on the bar. "I am a font of useless knowledge." she added with a smile. "My last department head refused to play trivia with me." She glanced around the room. "So who in this room would your normally swing for...other then me that is." she finished jokingly.

"That's easy. There may be prettier women in the room, but I would make a pass at the earlier one who shot that guy down. Partly because I want to confirm my suspicion about her and partly because i'm terribly competitive by nature."

"Competitive..uh...good to know." Dezzy said simply as she tapped her fingers against her glass. She was beginning to like Trent. Not in the same ways she felt about Delon but it was nice to have a conversation with someone with out the pretenses of flirting.

"How about you? Other than me that is?" He returned with a grin.

Desiana laughed as she glanced around the room. "I tend to observe more then interact." She was being honest. "Granted it is usually interrupted by Marine's colliding with my glass." she gave him a playful wink.

"Well I shall endeavor to be an unmovable object again in the near future." He emptied his glass.

Desiana laughed. "Good...that is how you marines should be." She drained the remaining of her drink. "It was lovely meeting you Trent...I hope to do this again some time."

"I'm here all week." He joked. "Run into me again soon."

"Count on it." Desiana said simply as she gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek before heading for the door. She couldn't help but smile as she exited the lounge.

OFF

PFC Trent Kusher
Starfleet Marine Corps
USS Calypso

Lieutenant Desiana Torel
Chief Science Officer
USS Calypso

 

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