((Three Stripes, Grand Mezzanine, Amity Outpost))
Jakarn: Enjoy yourselves, ladies. I believe I’ve something of an educational trip to make.
Aitas: I’m sure we will.
She couldn’t say that she always enjoyed Betazoid politics, or at least the aspects of such that considered her inherently inadequate, but Keehani was very good company.
And perhaps they could switch the conversation to lighter topics, in time. She could use a few recommendations for mystery novels.
Ukinix: Seeya ladies. ::To Jakarn:: Look, just so that we’re on the same page, you do realise you’re not my type, right?
Jakarn: Response
Ukinix: You’re a fun guy, and a wonderful person, it’s just that you’ve got the wrong... plumbing. You know, your... ::rolling hand:: bits.
Aitas raised one eyebrow. Equating outward presentation to more intimate details was a fool’s choice, especially when one considered the vast cultural and biological variety to be encountered amid the Federation.
Or, in Jakarn’s case, the modular nature of cybernetics.
Jakarn: Response
Keehani: ::Playfull smacking wil’s arm:: Go on, Wil live a little, push your boundaries!
Ukinix: Oh, I did experiment a little as a teenager. Just not my cup of tea. ::To Jakarn:: I’m sure you understand, but that doesn’t stop me showing you the galaxy’s best holoprogram ever, right? Next stop-- a procedurally generated park that needs mowing!
Keehani: ::Watching Jakarn and Wil leave:: They’re like a comedy duo.
Aitas gave her empty glass a somewhat disappointed look.
Aitas: I continue to worry about the state of Starfleet Academy’s cultural instruction.
Keehani: ::turning back to Aitas:: So... the Seventh House don’t want to know about you? I’d be willing to help you test just how much courage the House of Courage has.
It was hard for Aitas to feel too concerned when met with that smile. Even if she did need another drink.
Aitas: Not enough to match you, I expect.
End scene (for now)
First Secretary Aitas