Ens. Lyara Alroyo - So About That Drink
Lyara Alroyo
((1700 Somewhere Beach Bar, Risa))
Finally, Alroyo had gotten the chance to go planet side to Risa. She had been dreaming of going for a swim on the beaches and tasting all the fine cuisine since the beginning of her shore leave. Over the past week she had tried a meal from nearly every culture she could order from, and spent practically every moment awake on a beach. At the recommendation of one of her friends she even purchased a Horga’hn, but quickly hid it in her room. Not because she disliked it, but because it took away time from her sunbathing.
Like many afternoons before, Alroyo had wandered her way down to the beach. Today she would try out the ancient human past time of “surfing” she had heard so much about. During her time at the academy there was a group of humans that called themselves “Californians” that would never shut up about it. So clearly she had to see what all the fuss was about and “ride” the waves, as they would say.
Surfboard under one arm and a wetsuit tied around her waist, Alroyo was ready to catch some waves. That was until she saw a very familiar Hawaiian shirt-wearing Betazoid along the way by a bar. If she remembered correctly, he owed her a drink for a certain rescue mission in a mess hall. Even if he had it handled by the time she got there. After putting her surfboard against a nearby rock, she walked up to the bar next to Dakora and leaned against it.
Lyara: Ahoy there Commander, enjoyin’ your time on Risa?
Dakora: Response
She nodded as she grabbed a drink menu and scanned the contents. The names were all based off of an Old Earth artist that clearly loved the beach and his alcohol. MargaritaTown, Hamburger in Paradise, Come Tuesday and so on.
Lyara: Nope, this is my first time visiting. But I will say, the whole “What’s ours is yours” thing is a little different than Bajor.
Dakora: Response
With a conversation going Alroyo slid her the menu across the bar to Talos.
Lyara: So Commander, can I claim that drink you owe me?
Dakora: Response
She gave him a smirk as she tapped the menu then waved over the bartender. Now was the time she could poke and prod about the little “relationship” he had developed with a certain civilian.
Begin Flashback
((Lyara’s Quarters - Compartment 33, Sector 14, Deck 4, USS Artemis-A))
In her quarters, Lyara had been working tirelessly on “dolling” up her new friend Sam with some makeup and a borrowed dress for a lovely evening. The basic girl time stuff. She considered it an owed favor after Sam helped her get a date with the Andorian she met at the bar. For who she would be dolled up for Alroyo didn’t know, but she was a huge gossip and great investigator who always searched for the truth. And no better time than while helping with her new friend’s hair.
Lyara: So what’s the occasion?
S. Richards: ::Awkwardly:: Oh, well… I uh… Have a date.
Alroyo raised an eyebrow at her awkwardness. It wasn’t just a date, it was The date as far as she could tell. She had seen this before during her own time dating. And the only time Alroyo had been that awkward about a “date” was with Lee, and for those she would almost throw up from nervousness. Not that she did mind you.
Lyara: Oh really? And who’s this date?
S. Richards: It’s uh… He’s… Well it’s all kind of not widely known right now, so I don’t think I should tell you who it’s with.
It wasn’t that Sam didn’t trust her new friend. It was more so that she wanted Talos to be able to tell his people at his own pace.
As Alroyo curled Sam’s hair she started to narrow down in her head who it could be. Her hesitancy to reveal who it was made her believe it was a member of the Senior staff. It couldn’t be MacKenzie or Jovenan as she said “He” nor would it be Gila, but Prophets knew that one wouldn’t work out. Last she heard from the rumor mill Adea was dating someone and Salkath? Well she actually didn’t know if he was into dating, but her gut said no. That left Dakora or Silveira. And although Silveira does eye Jovenan on the bridge a lot, things could have changed. To support her theory, Sam did make a toga for the Tactical Officer.
Lyara: Well that’s alright. I’ll just ask around then, maybe ask a certain toga wearer…
She laughed at her own joke as she continued curling Sam’s hair. Obviously she wouldn’t ask around, but it was always more fun to poke the bear.
S. Richards: Okay! ::Holding her hands up in surrender:: I will tell you, but let’s keep it between us. At least for now, until he is ready for it to be out in the open.
Lyara: Your secret’s safe with me Sugah.
With a long sigh, Sam closed her eyes and scrunched up her face, knowing Lyara’s reaction wouldn't be a small one. Deciding to take the same approach with Lyara that she did with Jovenan, that maybe if people knew they were dating? Or whatever they were, that it would be less of a shock when the news broke of their impending parenthood.
S. Richards: It’s Talos… Talos Dakora. We’ve uh.. Sort of have a thing going on.
Alroyo immediately let go of Sam’s hair and seated herself in the chair next to her. She stared at her for a moment in disbelief, Sam was dating her XO?!?! It wasn’t unbelievable, he was a very handsome man and Sam a beautiful woman. The two seemed compatible enough. She didn’t know Talos super well, but well enough that she knew he was a very kind soul. If not a little aloof at times, but everyone had their weaknesses.
The Bajoran realized she was staring at Sam and snapped herself out of it as she allowed a smirk to form across her face.
Lyara: Oh. My. Prophets! You’re gonna have to tell me all about it now.
END FLASHBACK
A Risian bartender approached the two and Alroyo gave him a polite smile and pointed to the menu.
Lyara: I’ll have the Daughter of a Son of a Sailor. ::She looked to Dakora:: You?
Dakora: Response
The Risian nodded then walked off to make their drinks as Alroyo turned to Talos.
Lyara: Soooo, I bumped into Sam Richards last shore leave. Did ya’ get a chance to meet her?
A slight smile crept across her face after she inquired about his girlfriend.
Dakora: Response
Tag/Tbc
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Ensign Lyara Alroyo
Helm/Operations Officer
USS Artemis-A
D240108LA4
& Guest Writer
Samantha Richards
Civilian Science Liaison
Amity Outpost
A240103SR3