Drunken Antics

Posted on 29 Feb 2016 @ 5:19pm by Ensign Miraj Derani & Lieutenant JG Noah Khoroushi & Petty Officer 1st Class Rebecca Williams

2,826 words; about a 14 minute read

Mission: Episode 10 - Symposium
Location: USS Galileo: Callisto Bar
Timeline: MD91 2130 hours

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Sitting back in her seat, Rebecca crossed one leg over the other at her knee as she contimplated the last few days. She still couldn't believe it...she was now in a bonafide committed relationship...relationship the word still got caught on the tip of her tongue, a wod that had been foreign to her for so long now that to start attaching it to her name was strange.

As a frown passed over her lips, the woman forced herself to pick up her cocktail before downing half of it in one go. She needed to occupy her mind, when she was occupied Rebecca found it easier to not feel overwhelmed and most of all...she felt better in control of her life and everyone and everything in it.

Taking a gulp down of her cocktail, the yeoman looked around as she hailed a passing waitress. He was running late and at this stage if he didn't turn up soon, the woman would be well on the way to being trollied.

Of all the days since he'd been on this station, why did his knee have to act up TONIGHT? Noah had been all but ready to head out the door when the pain struck. Fifteen minutes and a pain-shot later it was reduced to a dull, manageable throb, but he was in a rush to reach the bar lest Becca think he stood her up. He managed to reach his destination, pausing at the entrance to flex the protesting joint, before making his way across to the bar where she sat. "Good evening. Sorry to keep you waiting."

Accepting her third drink from the waitress, Rebecca had spotted Noah before he saw her. The limp concerned her...she had noticed it before and he'd explained how it had come about but tonight...tonight it seemed far more pronounced then usual. "I was beginning to think that perhaps I had been stood up...can I assume that she was at least not as good looking as me which is why you did eventually leave her?"

Noah gave her a wry smile. "'She' is a figment of your imagination, unless you mean my sister, and she has her own quarters and roommate to hassle. I simply have Lieutenant Mott to contend with and he's not exactly my type ... that way, at least."

At the mention of the Doctor, a angry flashed through Rebecca's eyes before she quickly recovered and nudged against Noah's knee very gently with her foot. "So if it wasn't sex that's aggravated the limb, what did it instead?"

"Life?" Noah took a seat beside her. "I think I twisted it wrong earlier and it's getting back at me now. I swear it has developed a mind of its own and knows the worst times to inconvenience me."

As Noah's leg brushed up against her own, Rebecca unfolded her legs before shuffling across her seat in order to make room for him. "Twisted it earlier...the evidence is stacking up against you my dear..."

"Ha ha." Ordering a drink of his own, Noah chuckled. "So ... ready for departure?" The word was coming through the lines. Glancing at Becca, he arched a brow, noting the slight reserved tone to her normal demeanor.

"Ah now darlin'...you know how my lips are sealed before anything goes public as they say....I'd expect favours if you want that kinda information." Rebecca's fingers played with the stem of her glass as her heart wasn't quite in her speech, her words were more routine than anything more.

Taking a sip from his own glass, he noted the slightest flush to her complexion. "Oh really. Well, I am Assistant Operations Chief. I can't make any grand promises, but I could probably pull a few strings here or there." His lips quirked slightly before adding, "I'd offer other favors, but I'm getting the feeling they wouldn't necessarily be accepted."

Rebecca fingers gripped the stem tight enough that she almost snapped it between her fingers. The flush on her face grew darker before she picked back up her drink and knocked it back in one go. Part of her mind pointed out that she needed to go easy but the other part told her to keep going, let her hair down and enjoy herself.

A movement out of the corner of her eye caused the woman to lean over Noah as she tried to catch the attention of a familiar face. "Miraj!"

Miraj had entered the bar hoping to catch a glimpse of the strange Vulcan, Rael. She'd not really gone dressed for more company than that and had thrown a long lime green vest top on over her favourite orange sequined hotpants as they had been the first clothes out of her sea chest.

Seeing Rebecca and her companion, a man about the same age as her brother, and likewise dark haired. She turned towards them, unsure what they wanted. "Hi." She smiled at Rebecca. The woman didn't look unhappy to see her. Mal must have made her happy. "Its nice to see you again."

Becca shoved at Noah as she got him to make enough space to let her out, trying to move without stumbling. "I have something for you! Not here...it's somewhere...in my quarters I think...or in my desk...it's somewhere. Mal asked me to pass it on when I got the chance....Join us for a drink and I can take you back after and give it to you?"

"Uh, Okay." the hybrid could easily see that the petty officer was three sheets to the wind, but didn't want to appear rude. And she could alway watch for Rael whilst sitting down.

Becca moved to the opposite side of the table, leaving the girl with no opportunity to be able to sit anywhere else except in beside Noah. Her hand moved to wave down a passing waitress as she looked at the young couple, "What will be your poison tonight?"

Caught unawares, Noah peered somewhat incredulously at the new-comer - a vibrant young lady who looked close to Yasmin's age. "Ah ... Dry Martini would be fine for me." He inclined his head to the new-comer. "I'm Noah, by the way. I take it you know Rebecca?"

"Zombie Prince, please." Miraj told the waitress, asking for her favorite cocktail, that was basically rum, rum and more rum, and ate your brains. Then she turned back to Noah. "Briefly. She met me and my brother at the door when I reported in a few days ago."

He hadn't heard that one before, but apparently the tender had. The mention of a brother quirked something in his mind and Noah smiled. Maybe that attributed to the change in Becca. "I see. Is your brother serving on the Galileo with you, then?" He arched a brow between her and Rebecca.

"Oh, no. He just came to see me off. Rebecca was sent to me at the docking hatch, and well. He can't resist a pretty face. He tried to ..to.. " She struggled to find a word that didn't make her brother sound like the hopeless rake he was. "...ingratiate himself."

Noah chuckled. "Sounds like he did a fairly thorough job of it." He grinned at Becca. She definitely had the look of someone in a relationship ... and the early stages.

"Not that I want to think about that too much. Or at all." Thinking about Mal and any of his conquests was just too squicky. "But she has shouted promises of pain and direct vengeance against him yet so your probably right."

If Rebecca was honest, the cnversation between the two young people was going over her head. Between the alcohol and thoughts of Wilhelm, the woman's head was beginning to swim; causing her to wonder if alcohol was really such a good mix right now.

She did catch one thing though that caused her to look bck up at the young couple. "Mal...Malcolm? Did I mention he gave me his contact details? I have them somewhere...either my quarters or my desk or Wil..." Her word's trailed off as her hand moved to grab her glass once again and drink back half of it's contents. "Anyway...it's somewhere."

"Oh, he did?" He was right! She was in love. He'd seen it in his sisters enough to recognize the sign. "So does Malcolm plan on staying around Jupiter station for a while?"

Rebecca wrinkled up her nose as she wondered about all of the questions about Malcolm all of a sudden. Looking over at Noah, a thought crossed her mind as she wondered if maybe she had gotten it wrong...did he perhaps bat for the other team? "Ah...I'm not sure really. We didn't really discuss much when we last talked...the situation didn't properly allow for it."

"Ah ..." While he was amused by Becca's reactions, he was noticing that she had apparently put down a few before even he arrived. "Sorry to cut things short, Miraj, but I think someone should probably call it an early evening." He nodded his head to Becca. "We should see about meeting again sometime, Miraj." She seemed interesting, but he didn't want to think of Becca making her way back to her quarters alone.

Wriggling her nose, Becca was tempted to kick Nosh under the table but, even with her brain addled, remembered his brace and the pain. Instead she satisfied herself with tapping the back of one hand, "Or perhaps you should escort Miraj back to her quarters? It's late and I don't think Malcolm would approve of...Vampire Princesses?"

Miraj realised that she was about to run aground on the shoals of an inside joke. "Vampire Princesses?" she asked, uncertain.

Wrinkling up her nose, Rebecca indicated towards the drink still sitting untouched in front of the young girl. "Something undead and something regal? I think...right?"

"Oh. You meant the drink." Miraj took a slurp of her zombie Prince. "He can dissaprove all he likes. he drinks Tequila," she made a face that expressed quite eloquently what she thought of that habit.

Rebecca found herself echoing the impression on Miraj's face at the thought of tequila. "Good lord...and I thought that your brother at least had taste. He's need some proper lessons in social etiquette, tequila..." The woman shuddered again at the mere mention of the word. "Look at Noah for example...dry martini. The man isn't afraid to show and embrace his feminine side!"

Noah smirked. "Nothing feminine about it - just years of cultural indoctrination. Now," He winked to Miraj ... "Had I BEEN feminine and this were a Dirty Martini," he tipped his mostly empty glass. "One might have to say I'm a hot mess. Don't think I'm at risk for that just now."

Blinking, Rebecca looked down at her nearly finished Tom Collins it wasn't difficult to see that one of the components was clearly gin...was Noah insinuating that she was a hot mess? Was he hitting on her?!? The woman had figured that after that first kiss there had been no spark between them...she thought of him like a brother and thought he felt the same...her as a sister anyway. Surely she hadn't gotten that wrong....

"So mister know it all...what does the dead drink say about the pretty girl sitting beside you?"

"What, a Zombie Prince?" He chuckled. "Says she has an imagination and has probably explored a lot more options than I've considered over the years." Which ... was saying a bit, considering the girl still looked barely older than Yasmin, if even that.

Miraj blushed, "Sorry. I just like rum. And i've not really even had a boyfriend."

Having just taken a sip of her drink, Rebecca choked as it went down the wrong windpipe after hearing Miraj speak. Coughing and choking, the woman leaned to one side as she tried to catch her breath once again.

"You alright there?" His amusement was tinged with concern. When Becca seemed to be breathing easier, he relaxed and turned back to Miraj. "There's no shame in that; though ... I'm surprised none have tried. I assume that brother you mentioned keeps them at bay?"

Miraj shrugged, setting her bunches swinging. "Not really, but I didn't really mix with people my own age until I went to the Academy, and there there wasn't really time. Too much to do."

Still trying to catch her breath, Rebecca looked over at the woman as she semi-consciously heard the pairs conversation. An od intermediate cough still rattled her chest but despite this she still managed to ask the question forefront of her mind. "Are you a virgin?"

Noah shot a glance at Rebecca. The girl had just said she had never had a boyfriend, and had only recently associated with people her own age ... then again, there could be other circumstances. Still ... "I'm not sure that's a necessary question."

Rebecca glared at Noah as she resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at the man. She wondered why she was being so immature and could only reason it to be the alcohol and exhaustion but sure...better to go with the flow. "You're not usually such a prude Noah. I know that intimacy and sex doesn't scare you..the girl offered up details on her dating history, Im sure she doesn't mind asking this question."

Miraj had gone pink as her hair and sputtered up her own drink when Rebecca had first posed the question, not expecting anything so blunt. The Petty Officer was definitely sauced. "I've been busy." she admitted.

Leaning over the table, sending her drink spilling across Noah's lap; Rebecca ignored it as she patted Miraj's hand. "No need to be embarrassed my dear. There's somethings worth holding onto, virginity being one. Don't ever let anyone pressurise you when your not ready. If they do...tell me and I've got contacts...not your brother though...we don't want them to disappear and their bodies never to be found, we just want them scared off."

Miraj frowned, pulling the arches of her eyes closer together. While she agreed about not being pressurized, she wasn't sure she liked what the PO had said about her brother. "Er, thanks." She said quietly, poking at the ice cubes in her cocktail with a straw.

"Right." Resisting the urge to glare at the woman as he mopped the alcohol from his pants and the front of his shirt, Noah turned to Miraj instead. "I really do need to go." He nodded his head to Becca. "It's becoming rather clear that the Petty Officer here will be calling it a night soon and I should see her safely to her quarters." Lest she end up in a drunken puddle somewhere between here and there.

"Sure," Miraj nodded, "It was nice to meet you anyway." She stood up so Noah could slide out of the booth.

Flashing her a resigned smile, Noah nodded. And you; we really should try to meet up again sometime." With that, he moved to Rebecca's side of the booth. "Right, up we come." Noah tugged her to her feet.

At Noah's tug, Rebecca tried to tug back but found that her limbs weren't cooperating as they should be. "Hey...what...wait...my drink..." The woman was aware that her words were slurred but all that Rebecca was focused on was wanting to stay.

"We'll get you another one at your place," he assured her, getting his arm securely about Rebecca's waist and taking her weight against his side. Praying his knee didn't decide to act up before they made it back, he offered Miraj an apologetic wave and headed out of the lounge.

Stumbling a little, which meant that Rebecca was forced to lean on Noah for more support, the woman squinted her eyes a little as she tried to get her vision to focus. "You know...that was really rude of you...leaving that poor defenceless girl all on her own. What if something were to happen to her and I'd be our fault for leaving her all on her own?"

"You realize you're drunk, right?" Noah adjusted his grip, careful of his balance as they came to a rest at the Turbolift. "Miraj strikes me as the sort who can manage herself without someone watching over her shoulder. Besides, she's on the ship - not the station."

Focused on keeping one foot moving in front of the other, Rebecca mumbled some sort of reply involving men, women, innocence and some other in-cohesive statements which made no sense to any passerby.

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Lieutenant Junior Grade Noah Khoroushi
Assistant Operations Chief
USS Galileo

Petty Officer 2nd Class Rebecca Williams
Yeoman to Captain Jonathan Holiday
USS Galileo

Ensign Miraj Derani
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Galileo

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