Parks & Recreation (Part 5 of 6)

Posted on 15 Oct 2016 @ 2:36am by Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm & Chief Warrant Officer 3 Lamar Darius & Commander Langdale Wiggins & Lieutenant JG Rayze & Lieutenant Amaranai Franklin & Ensign Miraj Derani & Ensign Splendora Nightingale
Edited on on 15 Oct 2016 @ 2:41am

3,426 words; about a 17 minute read

Mission: Episode 12 - Recluse
Location: USS Galileo - Deck 7, Callisto Bar
Timeline: MD -03 - 0145 hrs

Previously, on Parks and Recreation (Part 4)...

Miraj drained the last of her Zombie Prince, a little faster than she meant to. "Er. I don't mean any offensive Admiral, but as an Orion, things that could give you pleasure...doesn't that give you a very big list?"

Lirha nodded. "Oh yes. Very much so. I admit that I do not get bored very often." Hardly ever, now that she thought about it even further. "Well...unless paperwork and personnel reports are involved. Be careful you do not rise through the ranks too quickly or else you may find yourself desk-bound at the Academy. Like Captain Holliday," she teased with a chuckle and fond memories of her former XO.

"Yeah, getting tied down doesn't sound fun at all, " Miraj agreed.

"Oh...well that can actually be fun," the Orion grinned. "As long as there is a safe word, of course."

And Now, the Continuation...

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"A what?" Miraj wasn't afraid of asking questions when she didn't know abut something, and curiosity got the better of her.

Lirha paused and thought about the best way to describe the concept. "It is an Earth term," she began, "for when there is rough play...there is a word or phrase agreed upon beforehand by both parties, and when it is spoken, the play ends. For example..." she looked at Miraj intently, "if I were to tie you down and play with you, and you did not feel comfortable, you would say the 'safe word' and I would stop."

Was it hot in here? It was hot in here. It wasn't a totally alien idea She'd read enough books where the heroine ended up tied to something, usually a mast. (Which was quite a feat, given the amount of rigging that was anchored at the bottom of a mast - the sober part of her pointed out) Miraj swallowed. "play?" she squeaked. "You'd ... me..? "

"Of course," Lirha answered sweetly. "You are very alluring and...unique." She wasn't sure if it was Miraj's youthful appearance and pink hair or if it was her unorthodox style of dress. Either way, she was now fascinated with the young ensign. "Would you like to visit my quarters later tonight? Maybe we can talk more in private?" she offered, putting her hand on Miraj's lower back and giving it a light stroke.

Miraj gulped, her timbers well and truly shivered, She'd known this conversation was sailing close to the wind, but she hadn't tacked quickly enough and she was going to end up in Irons (in irons, sniggered her inner voice, in more ways than one). She wasn't ready for that. She had just blown things with Luke, and she cringed at the thought, and she knew she didn't want her first time to be what felt like a casual hook up when she was three sheets to the wind. There was no graceful way out of this. She was going to breech and go down with all hands. "er. I...I'm flattered, admiral I really am, but... I'm not ...tonight.. with you. Or anyone. I'm sorry. I'm not ready."

Lirha laughed softly in her ear. There was something about Miraj's fluster which she found quite appealing. Perhaps it was the perception of innocence, or the hesitancy, or maybe something else she couldn't quite put her finger on. "It is quite okay. When you are ready...I assume you can find your way to my chambers?" replied Saalm. "As the Humans like to say, no strings attached. Well, perhaps a few," she smirked, then squeezed the ensign's shoulder affectionately before turning to mingle more with the other people who were arriving. "I must go conversate now," she said as she then disappeared into the crowd and music.

Miraj watched the admiral move off, baffled, slightly worried and a little relieved. She hadn't seemed to offend the admiral, but who knew. Maybe she had just scuppered her career right there. How many possible ways could today go wrong. She stared at her empty glass. The rum was gone.

The bar's entrance door swished open and in stepped Lamar. He wasn't quite sure what sort of party this was, but he'd been so bored for the past four hours that the thought of a few drinks and an all-crew summons from the rear admiral was sufficient enough to pry him from his quarters. Dressed in a pair of casual bluejeans and a gray polo shirt, he strolled into the drinking arena with a grin on his face while he observed the club-like atmosphere and listened to the mix of casual conversations abounding. For a Nova-class starship, he was impressed.

Lamar approached the bar and signaled to the bartender for a drink. "A shot of Grand Marnier," he asked, then patiently waited while looking around at the various people present.

Splendora had snuck away and spent a good hour in the observation lounge. She'd had her meal and just watched the stars. She felt a bit better so she decided to go in anyway...well that and Eviess threated to skin her Romulan hide if she didn't go back. She was smiling as she bumped into someone. She turned. "Oh I'm so sorry!"

She observed the man she'd bumped into, he was an inch taller, looked to be her age, brown hair and brown milk chocolate eyes. But...the smile. I was a punch to the gut beautiful smile, even dazzling. WOW. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" She stuttered a bit as she spoke.

The minor collision was nothing that the warrant officer hadn't encountered before at nearly every bar he'd visited over the years. He turned and put a hand on the woman's shoulder to first make sure she wasn't unbalanced, and then to shake his head and dismiss the minor infraction. "Just fine, don't worry about it. You?" He noticed she was a curious looking lady, a hybrid of sorts with what appeared to be subtle Romulan ridges on her forehead and very green eyes. Then he looked down at her contrasting red dress and did his best to keep his jaw from dropping. It was...revealing, to say the least, but also very well tailored to accent her body in all the appropriate places. "I'm Lamar. Lamar Darius. Flight control," he added, extending his large hand for her to shake while also struggling to pull his eyes up from her cleavage and to her face.

Splendora smiled. "I'm okay. I'm Splendora Nightingale. Counselor." She looked down making sure she hadn't fallen out of her dress. "Find something interesting in there?" She asked with a giggle. Her two Vulcan Death Grips were making her bold. The alcohol was a bit stronger then she thought.

He mentally kicked himself in the head. He was too old and too experienced to get caught staring down a girl's shirt. That was usually a blunder reserved for the junior officers and NCOs aboard the ship. "Yeah...sorry," he lightly chuckled while reaching to nervously stroke his trimmed goatee. "You look nice, I couldn't help myself," he added with a wink. A man's eyes were his instruments in life, his grandfather had always told him growing up. "Wait. Is this is some kind of social experiment that you psych people do to evaluate the all the crew?" he suddenly wondered.

She laughed. "Not an experiment. Just a dress I wasn't sure I liked...until now." She smiled at him while her eyes drank him in.

"If I had a body like yours I'd probably be showing it off too," he replied with a small chuckle to himself and a sheepish grin spread across his face. "Can't fault a lady for showing herself off, can I?" he winked.

She smiled. "Guess not flyboy." She studied the man. "Feel like having a drink with me?" She asked.

He shrugged. Why not? "Yeah, as long as you're buying," he teased. "Might as well cash in on all your credits from your 'penny-for-a-thought' jar."

She smiled plopped down on the bar stool and used her six inch stiletto heeled foot to push out a stool for him. Her silky red dress with the slit up to the hip fluttered to the side revealed a well shaped soft looking leg from ankle to hip. The dress scandalously fell covering that spot between her legs shielding a secret spot that held the answer to a the question of whether or not underwear went with that dress.

The tender glanced up to catch sight of ... well, a damn fine sight to say the least. "Hello, then. What can I be gettin' for you tonight?"

She smiled at the bar tender and ordered drinks for herself and Lamar after checking what he wanted.

Despite being caught once before for staring, he was only human. And a man, at that. His gaze tracked down to her now-exposed calf and thigh, and then to the bottom her of her hip which was on full display for him. He did his best to glance away for a short moment to pretend like he wasn't looking, but that only lasted for a few seconds before his attention reverted. Lamar chewed on his bottom lip for a moment to keep himself from saying anything dumb. "So, uh, you give counseling tips to people? Like relationship advice and all that?"

She smiled as she twisted towards the bar. "I do. Would you be seeking advice?" She asked. She somewhat chastised herself. For all she knew he either had a girlfriend or worse, a wife. She withdrew a bit. "Have a seat. Tell me your troubles."

He sat at her request and let out a light laugh. "Thanks but I don't need advice. No problems on my end, just wondering what it is all you counselors really do every day." He thought for a minute and added, "Do you keep a database of everyone's problems and do housecalls? Analyze people and make sure they're not going crazy in this little tin can?"

She smiled. "Yes we do update files and we make housecalls when needed and make sure everyone is alright. Are you asking for a house call?"

Lamar could spot an advance from a mile away, especially once it came into targeting range. He took a sip of his cognac and gave her a sly look. "Is that an offer?" he asked with raised eyebrows and another glance down across her shapely body.

She smiled. "Well that depends...." She took a sip of her drink too.

"On what?" he asked. The game was afoot and he was ready to play. "No way you're gonna get me to sit in one of those chairs and have me talk about my feelings," he half-teased. At least, not on the first night.

She laughed. "Well those chairs can be used for a lot more then talking." She looked at him. "Suppose I was suggesting a home visit would I have to worry about an angry girlfriend or wife after me?" She was serious.

He thought back to his last relationship. It had been brief but full of promise...until the Andorian captain had departed on her merry way across the galaxy with her starship. Then the news had come of the miscarriage of their baby which had sent Lamar into an emotional tailspin for a couple weeks. In retrospect, however, the losses had paved the way for a new and hopefully better future -- one not confined by the emotional strings of a long-distance relationship. "Nope," he answered plainly enough, not wanting to dwell on the past for too long. "No wife, no girlfriend. And no kids." That he knew of.

"Well then. I think I need to examine why a handsome man like you isn't attached. Perhaps a few hours in the chair." She said with a Cheshire grin.

"Yeah nice try," he chuckled before shaking his head. "Last time a pretty woman got me to sit in a chair it was at a Jen'Hadar 'detention center' with a female Vorta. And for all I know, you could be a changeling..." he peered at her closely but in good fun.

She laughed. "Well then you owe it to the crew to make sure I'm not. A detailed examination to prove my non-changeling status?" She asked grinning and truly enjoying the exchange.

She gave as good as she got, he noticed. "It might be intense. I might have to tie you down and use different devices on you. You know...for verification purposes." He wondered how far she would keep indulging him before they had to prematurely retire to one of their quarters.

Splendora laughed and with a gleam in her eye she leaned closer to him. "That does sound intense. But you have to do what you have to do." She cold feel herself getting excited and flushed. She leaned in again an inch from his ear. "So, flyboy, when does this exam begin?"

Well, this had certainly escalated quickly. Lamar had been at the party no more than a few minutes and didn't want to leave quite so soon. Even if there was the prospect of fun times on the horizon. "Maybe little later," the warrant replied. "As tempting as you are, I just got here and want to get a couple drinks in my first." Right on cue he sipped his beverage and savored the strong flavor.

She smiled, oddly a bit disappointed but she kept it from her voice. "Sounds good, Flyboy. Why don't you come find me after the party. I'm going to head to my quarters. When your ready you are more then welcome to find me." She wasn't sure he would but the offer was there.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied with a wink and a mock salute. "Sure you don't want to stick around for a bit and meet people?" he then wondered. It seemed a bit early for her to be leaving just as the party was gearing up.

She smiled. "I'm sure flyboy." She let her hand drift down to his thigh and she gave it a little squeeze while leaning in. "Before we do this flyboy, there is something you should know just so you are not disappointed."

"Uhh...okay?" he said, not quite sure whether or not he revelation would be good or bad. Maybe she was really a changeling and things would turn viscous. Or maybe it was something else more casual. He always kept his guard up and tried to prepare for the worst while looking forward to the best.

"While I've been with many women I have never been with a man. I'm quite looking forward to this but you'll have to show me the ropes and I am eager to learn."

He almost choked on the sip of his cognac and sputtered for a short second while suppressing a couple coughs with the back of his hand. It wasn't necessarily anything she had done wrong, but rather the forwardness and openness of her comment which had shocked him. "Well, I guess I can do my best," he managed to answer. "As long as you stop calling me 'flyboy'," he added. He was a former Marine-turned-Starfleet officer and didn't feel than a single job title was an appropriate way for him to be categorized as.

She smiled. "Sure thing." She gave him the location of her quarters, "I'll see you in a few hours?"

"Maybe," he winked. "But I might need adult supervision to find my way through the corridors by that time," he laughed. More than a hour spent at a bar was a commitment to get drunk, he'd eventually learned. His Marine colleagues had hammered that point home many times over throughout the years. It would be interesting to see how the rest of the night played out, but so far it was off to a good start for Lamar.

Splendora smiled and gave his shoulder a squeeze, "See you later handsome." She headed out.

Fashionably late to the party, or so he hoped, walked in through the doors, a flash of bright colours that stood out amongst those in more somber tones that night. His shirt was silken and printed with a brilliant floral pattern in tones of green, purple, red, and blue, opened at the front in a deep v to his waist to expose pale golden skin beneath. His shorts ended just above the knee and were a brilliant verdant shade, as if they had been made out of some still-living and vibrant plant. On his forehead he wore his ja’risia, the little emblem with it's intricate design that announced his caste. In one hand he held a bottle adorned with a ribbon, and in the other a box also wrapped in shiny paper. He stood just inside the lounge for a moment, taking in the sight of the fine decorations and the people having a good time, blessing the universe that he was so fortunate to be able to go to a party so soon after coming on board.

Rayze made his way to the crowded bar and found himself a place on the other side of Min from Luke, flashed a grin at them both, then waited for one of the bartenders to head his way. As soon as he had at least one of them before him, Rayze placed his gifts on the counter as an offering. "Thanks for putting all this together for the crew," he said. "A bit of authentic Benzite Cloudwine and some Risian chocolates for the staff to share with each other later."

Ethan grinned. He'd taken the hint and had brought several different treats out to have at hand. "You're lucky, I happen to have some of the latter right here." He pulled out a tray to set on the bar while turning to mix up the accompanying drink.

"No, no, I don't need-" Rayze started to protest. The poor, overworked bartender! "This if for you, and the others who work here, who put this together for the rest of us." He gestured to the gift-wrapped items he'd put on the countertop, the bottle of wine and the box of chocolates. "Seems like you could use a bit of a break," Rayze added with a laugh, and left the bar to go mingle.

"Huh?" A little taken aback, Ethan shot a glance down the bar before shrugging and snagging one of the chocolates, popping it into his mouth just as Korre came up to check on matters. "Hey, Bosh," he swallowed, stifling a cough.

"At ease," Korre chuckled, taking a chocolate for herself. "How are you guys holding up back there?"

Clearing his throat with a gulp of water, Ethan grinned. "Peachy, Boss. Damn, those are like 90% caffeine."

"Which means keep them away from my room-mate. Let me know if you need to cycle out, Ethan." Seeing that the young man was comfortable, Korre headed back into the crowd.

Wiggins made his entrance finally into Callisto Bar. By his calculations he was now officially fashionably late to the party. His black pants had just a enough sheen to it that it mutely reflected the green and purple lights. He adjusted his thin gray t-shirt that clung to his torso and straightened his black leather jacket as he entered. He smiled, completely at ease with the amount of people already in the room. He made his way to the bar, nodding and saying hello to people as he went.

"I'll have a double of whatever your favourite hard liquor is," Wiggins said to the bartender. He turned and propped his elbows on the bar as he waited for his order


Franklin's Quarters

Amaranai wasn't much into parties - she had had to attend some when she was growing up because her parents were wealthy and threw extravagant parties for their friends just to show off their money. When she had heard about the party being held in the bar, however, Amaranai knew it was her chance to get some fun in before the responsibilities of her position dragged her down to the I'm drinking to not think about anything, level. And so Amaranai got out a black dress that barely covered her from her torso to her ass and headed to Callisto Bar.

To Be Continued...

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