1LT Arturo Maxwell - Party Planning Party

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Sep 19, 2024, 12:01:01 PM9/19/24
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((Writer’s Room, USS OEB))

Maxwell: Pretty sure that can be arranged.

Loq drained their drink. Offering a grin up, Max drained his scotch.

Yinn: Well, another glass would be a good start.

Koryan’s eyebrows darted upward. He glanced between them as Max placed his glass onto the bar.

Koryan: What sort of shenanigans do you think you two will get into?

Koryan chuckled softly, and Max politely motioned for his own glass of bloodwine.

Maxwell: Well, a party needs proper planning if its going tae be memorable.

Koryan: Sounds like you have the beginnings of an idea.  Consider holding a party of your own?  Maybe the way you want one to be thrown?

Loq rubbed his forehead ridges in frustration.

Yinn: I'm not sure Starfleet would approve of the amount of sex at a Bolian party or the amount of violence at a Klingon one. Humans tend to be squeamish about both.

Maxwell: What happens on the holodeck.

He left the old expression unspoken, knowing it had been a secure escape for many people back on 118. And that was aboard a huge station with many hidden bars and clubs that were already very open to different tastes.

Koryan: Maybe you two have inspired me.  

Yinn: What do you have in mind?

Maxwell: Aye come lad, get it spilt.

Koryan: Response

At the very least there would be a pile of Marines in attendance. They were known for training hard, but they also played even harder when off-duty. Which was far from saying that other crew would avoid a Bolian/Klingon party of course.

Maxwell: You're gonnae need a fair time tae organise that. ::He motioned towards the streaking starfield outside with a smirk.:: But fortunately, you've a captive audience.

Yinn/Koryan: Response

Scooping up his bloodwine from the bar, Max took a heavy sip.
He glanced at it for a moment before swallowing.

Maxwell: Koryan, you're spoiling us wi' the real stuff.

Yinn/Koryan: Response

A rogueish half-grin split Max's face.

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1st Lieutenant Arturo Maxwell.
Marine Officer, 4/73 Marines.
USS Octavia E Butler: NCC-82850.
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