[sb118-butler] Lieutenant. J.G. Alex Forsyth - She Text Calmly.

[Robert Forsyth]

((The Gar Mulgat Nightclub, Helix Station))

Forsyth: Hopefully it goes well, and we don’t end up having to do a rescue mission, or explain what happened to the Captain…

Lahl: Oh, I’m sure she’ll be fine.

Alex wrapped her arms around Lahl's neck, and they shared a quiet moment as the music died down a little. She stares into her girlfriend's eyes, enjoying the moment.

Lahl: Love you babe.

Forsyth: And I love you too.

They dance into the night, only getting back to the Butler sometime later. Alex and Lahl did not go to sleep right away, but eventually they were out like Oberth class getting hit with a torpedo. 

((Lahl and Forsyth’s Quarters, Deck 4, U.S.S. Octavia E. Butler))

Alex awoke to a splitting headache and sore muscles, stretching slightly to get rid of the last vestige of sleep from her system. She turned to see Lahl still sleeping away, completely out after a night of partying.  

oO she looks so cute…. Oo

A soft ding drew Alex's attention away from her admiration towards her PADD on the bedside table. She picked it up and read the group chat with her friends, seeing a message from Nis. 

oO oh, I wonder how she got on after we left?... Oo 

Nis: :: text :: Hey, Kansz, can you look into what planets are close to Helix Station? We’re on … one of them. 

Alex blinked a few times as she read the text, then she typed a reply in a way that would show how calm she was. 

Forsyth: :: Text:: WHAT?!? 

[End for Alex]

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Lieutenant. J.G. Alex Forsyth

Tactical

USS Octavia E. Butler

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