Merrily We Roll Along

Posted on 31 Mar 2013 @ 10:47pm by Petty Officer 1st Class Gabriel Stark

563 words; about a 3 minute read

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"I miss the bars on earth, the real ones, you know? Proper clubs, for dancing in the dark," Gabriel laughed warmly as he reached for his glass, draining it quickly. It was all too clear as he was recording his log that he'd already been drinking. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes shone. His movements were slower than usual, as was his speech, taking great care on each word to make sure he didn't slip up.

He stretched out in the seat, hooking his legs over the arm of the chair and leaning back against the other, lounging comfortably as he arched with a sigh. "Dancing in the dark, random passes against the other dancers. Pressing to a stranger, thrill of skin brushing against skin for just a moment, so quick you don't know if you just imagined it. Driving, hard rhythms pulsing through your veins. Oh yeah. I miss them."

Gabriel grinned, leaning forward, closer to the screen, as he refilled his glass with slow, steady movements, making sure not to spill any.

"Something's got to soften the slavery drive of work, huh?" he chuckled softly, enjoying the drink, sighing. "If I never see another phaser cleaning wand in my life, I'll be a very happy man. Hey...hey, stop that..."

Gabriel couldn't hold his laugh back, a hand appearing in view of the log recording from 'off screen', sliding up over Gabriel's arm to caress up his neck and into his hair. "Stop it!" he laughed again, looking to someone 'off screen' as he tried to push the hand away. "Distracting!"

The hand ran down his shoulder and over his chest though, the body of his companion briefly in view behind his chair, even as Gabriel laughed with a blush, shifting on the chair as he tried to stop the fingertips caressing. "Really, really, stop it! I need to get this log done. It's very, ~very~ important. There's something I need to say before I forget..."

Gabriel frowned with confusion, swaying gently in his chair from the warm buzz of drink, his hand in the air and finger pointing, as if it had just been on the tip of his tongue. "But I can't remember what I mustn't forget."

He was silent for a long moment, musing it as he hummed, his finger touching his temple and tapping, too tipsy to get it back.

"Nope, gone," Gabriel knocked the rest of his drink back before sliding the glass back onto the table with a wobbly hand. "Guess I'll talk to you later," he flicked his hand in a playful salute to the screen before pushing himself up and moving away.

"Oh!"

He bent down over the arm of the chair to be back in view of the recording, holding onto the back of the chair to keep his balance on the arm. "That was it! I officially applied to be a part of the Tactical Response Team. Haven't heard anything though, but hey, Kiwosk told me to register for it himself, so that has to be good, right? Must remember to check out what's going on with my application. Maybe I'll get these fighting instincts working hard after all," he winked to the screen with a bright, warm smile before switching off the recording.

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PO2 Gabriel Stark
Security/Tactical
USS Galileo
(NPC - Counselor Scarlet Blake)

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