[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: A Date with Miss Blackshirt
Daniel Belin
Scene: The Rooftop Grille, Antares III
=93John, get the rib-eye,=94 said Ira Calvaster, who was taking intermitte=
nt
sips from a glass of Chateau Picard, =93It is simply delicious, and made fr=
om
real earth cow.=94
=93I'll be sure to order it=94 said DeSimms, smiling. He took a sip from a
drink he had whenever he was in safe territory, a bourbon on the rocks.
The waiter came over and asked, =93Are you ready to order?=94
Ira, with her exotic taste in food, ordered an alien meat. The waited
turned to DeSimms, who glanced at the menu one more time and said, =93I'll
have, uh...the rib-eye?=94
=93Excellent choice sir. May I recommend a wine to go with that?=94
=93Sure,=94 said DeSimms, =93I'll have whatever you recommend, sir.=94
=93Thank you.=94
Ira looked at DeSimms and asked, =93You like wine?=94
=93Not that white Serbian wine you forced me to drink.=94
Ira laughed. She remembered that, and how DeSimms stayed up all night
vomiting. That sure shattered the romantic night, =93OK, that might have go=
ne
a little bad.=94
=93No crap. It was 300 year old drain cleaner.=94
And so the conversation continued for twenty minutes. Then the waiter came
back, balancing two plates. The rib-eye was set in front of John, and made
his mouth water almost instantly. Ira looked at the rib-eye, =93I said it
would be good.=94
=93Sure looks good,=94 said DeSimms. His hand then quickly moved itself un=
der
the table. It came back up with a seven-inch blade Kabar knife, which
certainly turned some eyes in his direction. He sliced into the steak, took
a small piece and brought it to his mouth. The rib-eye melted on his tongue
and the flavors swirled to fill every corner of the oral cavity. The smoke
of the fire used to cook it, the meat, and the dry rub mixed in near perfec=
t
harmony, tickling his palate and stimulating the senses. DeSimms swallowed
and looked to Ira, =93Remind me to take your culinary advice.=94
=93Absolutely,=94 said Ira. She smiled and asked about his recent work, =
=93Hows
it going in Stryker platoon?=94
=93Classified,=94 quipped John, before taking another forkful of meat. He
swallowed, =93More rescue missions. Civilians seem to be getting in trouble
than ever nowadays.=94
=93Not surprising. Youth don't respect the indigenous.=94
=93So true,=94 said John, who was taking a drink from the wineglass, =93It=
's
funny how they're grateful for their rescue until you turn them over to a
constable for violation of the Prime Directive.=94
Ira noticed DeSimms plate. The steak was gone. DeSimms used a cloth napkin
to clean his knife before sheathing it. Ira asked, =93Dessert?=94
=93Dessert? I'll think I'll get some later. In our room,=94 DeSimms winked=
.
Ira raised an eyebrow, =93Wait a little longer, Rambo.=94
=93Sure, *Agent* Calvaster,=94 quipped DeSimms.
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Respectfully,
Daniel Belin
John DeSimms
USS HOOD, NCC-1701
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