Lieutenant Hallia Yellir - On the Road
Ryan Fender
((Quark’s Bar, Grill, Gaming House and Holo-Suite Arcade - Deep Space Nine))
Coughing and nearly sputtering her drink through her nose, Hallia jabbed a limp finger in Genkos’ direction
Yellir: Evil, pure and simple. And you're not even on your third drink
Adea: That’s a good point.
As if being given a signal, Hallia found herself matching the pace of Genkos rather unintentionally as another round was called for. She downed whatever was left in her cup of the fungal concoction she was just handed.
Dakora: I imagine they’ll be regretting their survival soon enough. ::He grinned.:: Captain MacKenzie left for Bajor a while ago to sort it out. ::He placed a hand to his chest.:: Left me behind to watch over the Artemis.
The Yelikan fought back a laugh momentarily. Barely holding on as Genkos nearly fell from his stool.
Adea: And you’re getting sloshed with us?!
Dakora: Well, not RIGHT now, obviously. ::He chuckled as he distributed the newly arrived drinks.:: Commander Bukkit from Delta shift has the Conn, but you know, generally speaking ::He made a hand-wavy gesture:: I’m in charge.
Hallia carefully reached for her drink, already feeling the liquid slosh against the sides of the cups, she muttered a thank you, trying to keep every moment of focus on not spilling anything onto her fellow officers.
Adea: May the four have mercy on us all…
Gleefully holding the glass in two hands, her eyes shot up with realisation.
Yellir: Wait, you’re serious?
Hallia joined the uproar of laughter between the three, cackling as she tried to take even just a sip.
Dakora: What about you two? Any last-minute plans before we set off? ::He smirked and rattled the ice cubs in his drink.:: I’m not opposed to taking this show on the road…
Adea: Not really, but I’m happy to get gone.
Yellir: Oh for sure, I’m more than happy to get going.
She very quickly downed a big sip as one by one they each began to stand. A cacophony of sliding stools and rattling ice cubes filled the room once Hallia found her feet on the ground.
Dakora: Response
In a moment of glancing away she heard the stiff jut of a stool against the deck, only to watch Genkos miraculously catch his drink, managing somehow to avoid spilling anything on himself. The Yelikan watched on in stunned silence, barely processing what had just happened.
Adea: I’ll have you know that a tipsy Genkos is faaaaaar more steady on his feet than that boring sober doctor.
A closeby patron and a whack to the Doctor’s hip ended in a short yelp and some quick apologies.
Yellir: Wait, which way did we come in from?
Dakora: Response
The bar was narrow with oncoming traffic, Hallia took it upon herself to take point, with her head carefully watching where she was stepping and a drink close to her chest. Never before had moving one foot in front of the other seemed so precarious.
Yellir: I think we’ve been so spoiled with site to site transports, no one walks anywhere anymore, we’re underutilizing our legs.
Dakora/Adea: Response
Yellir: We need to start doing marathons again or whatever thing Earth did with the running races. You know? The really odd and pointless ones they started doing, those ones where you’d run so long that trusting a bowel movement stops being ideal, those ones.
Her head moved over her shoulder as she jostled her big poof of hair. She kept throwing glances behind her until nearly knocking herself into a few patrons. Slowly but surely, they found themselves exiting the bar.
Dakora/Adea: Response
TAG/TBC
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Lieutenant Hallia Yellir
Chief Engineer
USS Artemis-A
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