LtCmdr. Talos Dakora - Drinks and Thinks

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(Quark’s Bar, Grill, Gaming House and Holo-Suite Arcade - Deep Space Nine))


For the first time in a while, Talos was letting loose and enjoying himself. He’d had a few drinks, spun the Dabo wheel a few times, and even serenaded a Lurian with a Karakoake rendition of an old power ballad.


It felt sort of like finding himself again. After all the changes he’d faced in his career and the fallout from what he’d been put through during the CloQ fiasco, it had taken a little while.


Propped up against the bar, he sipped at his fruity little drink and shifted his gaze between Hallia and Genkos.


Dakora: Have you two managed to stay out of trouble this shore leave? 


Genkos gave a most un-Genkos-like giggle.


Adea: When have I ever been in trouble on shore leave? 


Talos laughed and sipped through the curly straw of his fruity drink.


Yellir: Me and him both— though I heard some crew were starting trouble down on Bajor. What’d they do this time?


He let out a sort of exasperated exhalation.


Dakora: We’ve had one group take a field trip through an old Bajoran minefield. ::He glanced down at the floor and shook his head.:: I hear they’re still cleaning chunks of Ensign out of that medical transport…


Hallia leaned onto the bar, chin in her hands as she listened to Talos.


He joked, but the whole thing was a bunch of bad business. A routine science exercise had taken a turn for the worst– at least, that was his understanding of the situation.


Adea: Which ensign would that be?


Before he could fill in the details, Hallia responded. It seemed word was traveling fast.


Yellir: Chevalier? I might be misremembering.


He nodded, a bit grimly.


Dakora: Right. Chevalier and Renirs– that one cantankerous crewman. 


Genkos shrugged.


Adea: Oh well, no great loss. ::he snorted:: Oh gods, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.


Talos had just taken a healthy chug of his cocktail when the not-so-good Doctor’s words registered. He just barely managed to cover his mouth and nose before a snort-laugh caused the citrus-ey concoction to spray from his nostrils.


Hallia seemed similarly afflicted as he scrambled for a few bar napkins to sort himself out.


Yellir: Doctor— that’s— 


Gradually recovering his composure, Talos had almost managed to stand up straight again...


Dakora: ::Chuckling.:: No, no. Tell us how you really feel.


Luckily Hallia was there to steer the dark-humored among them back on track.


Yellir: ::wiping her mouth:: What you mean is— hopefully they’re doing better, right?


As he finished wiping himself off with the napkins, he balled them up and set them back on the bar. He managed to keep a straight face despite the somewhat inappropriate smirk that kept threatening to return.


Dakora: From what I hear, they’re both going to make it. ::He willed his gaze not to go to Genkos cane, but didn’t quite succeed.:: Though Chevalier has lost part of his leg.


Adea: Response


Hallia, nearly as unsteady as Talos was, held her drink securely in one hand as she gestured in Genkos’ direction.


Yellir: Evil, pure and simple. And you're not even on your third drink


Adea: Response?


Talos caught the barman’s gaze and held a finger in the air, signaling for one more round for all of them as he placed the last of the latinum he’d won on the bar. 


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. 


Adea/Yellir: Response?


He felt warmth in his cheeks, partially from the drinks but also from a touch of embarrassment.


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.


Yellir/Adea: Response


Laughing at any and all incoming jabs, he continued his libations.


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…


Yellir/Adea: Response


TAG/TBC


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LtCmdr. Talos Dakora
First Officer
USS Artemis-A
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