Second Secretary Aitas - After Hours
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Aitas
Aug 1, 2025, 7:27:38 PM8/1/25
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((Luciferase Bar, Twentieth House Colony, Idrustix))
They hadn’t had to go too far from the Embassy proper to find another bar. The one at the rooftop was quite nice, certainly, but that didn’t quite qualify for going out for drinks afterward. Or perhaps Aitas had just wanted to try something else. So they were all scattered at this one, tucked in amid stain-resistant cushions, gauzy fabric instead of walls, and the softly glowing orbs of light that had been stuck to a wide variety of surfaces.
No one had gotten too drunk yet. Aitas wasn’t sure how long that would last; she had the dual benefits of Vulcan heritage and extensive experience with the types of drinking that happened at Jakarn’s parties.
But the others in their little group lacked one or more of those benefits. It almost tempted Aitas to go ask for the strongest thing she could find at the bar with a side of extra chocolate.
In the interests of evening things out, of course.
In the meantime she still had the brooch on her collar, was contemplating just how one stored a collection of Captain’s Commendations, and had a coral-shaded drink in front of her that the menu had referred to as a ‘Sea Pansy’ which would have benefitted from just a dash more citrus.
She took a long swallow of her drink and then looked to the others around her.
Aitas: How are you all enjoying the planet so far? It’s not quite Risa, but the beaches at the Sixth House colony are quite pleasant. Especially if you don't want to receive comms for a few hours.
Nilsen/Stros/Ylvor: Response
Aitas: I’ve found a little time for it. Mostly on account of needing less sleep than most.
How busy she’d be with the new position atop all the personnel changes on short notice Turnbull had asked for…well, that wasn’t a thought to be escaped, but she could at least leave dwelling on it until the morning.
Nilsen/Stros/Ylvor: Response
She swirled her drink around, turning it in her hand until it almost, almost slipped over the edge. The faint glow it gained in the dark certainly added to the presentation.
Aitas: In that case, I think that the next person to offer congratulations has to buy us all another round.
Nilsen/Stros/Ylvor: Response
Tag/TBC
Second Secretary AitasThey hadn’t had to go too far from the Embassy proper to find another bar. The one at the rooftop was quite nice, certainly, but that didn’t quite qualify for going out for drinks afterward. Or perhaps Aitas had just wanted to try something else. So they were all scattered at this one, tucked in amid stain-resistant cushions, gauzy fabric instead of walls, and the softly glowing orbs of light that had been stuck to a wide variety of surfaces.
No one had gotten too drunk yet. Aitas wasn’t sure how long that would last; she had the dual benefits of Vulcan heritage and extensive experience with the types of drinking that happened at Jakarn’s parties.
But the others in their little group lacked one or more of those benefits. It almost tempted Aitas to go ask for the strongest thing she could find at the bar with a side of extra chocolate.
In the interests of evening things out, of course.
In the meantime she still had the brooch on her collar, was contemplating just how one stored a collection of Captain’s Commendations, and had a coral-shaded drink in front of her that the menu had referred to as a ‘Sea Pansy’ which would have benefitted from just a dash more citrus.
She took a long swallow of her drink and then looked to the others around her.
Aitas: How are you all enjoying the planet so far? It’s not quite Risa, but the beaches at the Sixth House colony are quite pleasant. Especially if you don't want to receive comms for a few hours.
Nilsen/Stros/Ylvor: Response
Aitas: I’ve found a little time for it. Mostly on account of needing less sleep than most.
How busy she’d be with the new position atop all the personnel changes on short notice Turnbull had asked for…well, that wasn’t a thought to be escaped, but she could at least leave dwelling on it until the morning.
Nilsen/Stros/Ylvor: Response
She swirled her drink around, turning it in her hand until it almost, almost slipped over the edge. The faint glow it gained in the dark certainly added to the presentation.
Aitas: In that case, I think that the next person to offer congratulations has to buy us all another round.
Nilsen/Stros/Ylvor: Response
Tag/TBC
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