Koryan - "The Winds Of Fate Do Not Determine My Course"
Amanda Nordstrom
(( The Writer's Room, Deck 8, USS Octavia E. Butler ))
Koryan might have acquiesced to Sherlock’s request for Romulan ale if she had made it in a different fashion. There, at the bar, in public, was not the place for sharing that sort of thing. He suspected she had been sincere in her request, but though they weren’t in Federation space, they were on a Federation ship, and he couldn’t just announce the fact he had contraband like that aboard. Yet, she was also a security officer, so he wasn’t sure he should reveal what he had in his possession.
At the moment, it didn’t matter, for she had changed her request and he set about fulfilling both hers and Richards’. It didn’t take long, and soon enough the two were passed glasses of their desired drink.
Koryan: Here you go.
Sherlock: Thank you kind sir.
Richards: response
Sherlock sampled her whiskey, and from her reaction she didn’t hate it. He had chosen the brand, but instantly he knew this wasn’t one he would give her again, for surely she would have preferred something else. Even if she didn’t hate it, he wanted his patrons satisfied. He remembered every preference of those who made it known, but alcohol was more than just a single type - brands had subtle differences that changed the flavour and tickled the palette in different ways.
Sherlock: ::to Koryan:: What about you, where do you think he should end up?
Koryan: Who, him?
Even though he hadn’t been a part of the conversation, Koryan had heard it - after all, he hadn’t gone far. Eyeing the man for a moment, one hand stroked his chin as he thought.
Koryan: Not sure. If he’s the sort to go with the flow, perhaps it’s more interesting to simply allow him to ride the wave of fate rather than try to manipulate it.
Richards: response
Sherlock: Guess we're all just along for the ride.
Koryan chuckled and nodded. He didn’t have that luxury. If he allowed the winds of fate to determine his course, he’d find himself in a position he wasn’t prepared to take. Perhaps the officers would be disappointed to know that their bartender had run away from his past and his supposed future, but he didn’t care. He wanted to make his own choices for his life.
Koryan: I like to think I carve out my path forward. At least, mostly.
Richards/Sherlock: response
Koryan: I got asked if I wanted to join the OEB, and I said yes. I could have gone to another ship, but I kind of like it out here in the Gamma Quadrant.
It was also further away from the things that he wanted to avoid, but he didn’t think they needed to know that little tidbit.
Richards/Sherlock: response
Leaning forward, Koryan crossed one arm over the other, grinning at the visitors. Since it was quiet in the WR, he could focus his attention on the two who were right there with them. Or, if they wanted, he could ignore them - he was good at pretending not to hear - but since they were engaging him in pleasant conversation, he elected to participate.
Koryan: Besides, I have to keep people well watered here - and it’s the chance to learn new types of drinks.
Richards/Sherlock: response
Koryan: Maybe at some point.
Koryan shrugged a little and straightened, though he still leaned upon the bar in a casual manner.
Koryan: Do you think you might get tired of the status quo and seek to do something else? Either in Starfleet, or out of it?
Richards/Sherlock: response
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Koryan Bartender USS Octavia E. Butler M239008AD0
