JP: Cadet Morro Caras & Cadet Sevantha Saa - A Star-Crossed Tune (Part 1)

[Morro Caras]

((602 Club, San Francisco, Earth))
((Stardate: 240012.14))

Voices: Cheers!

A series of academy students cheered in unison, briefly drowning out the music, clinking their glasses together and tossing back their shots. Joy and excitement buzzed in their auras further complimented by the sound of their happy chatter of congratulations and laughter. One of the Academy’s student teachers, a handsome vulcan appearing man stood at the center of them, sipping his drink with a pleasant expression with the festivities. They were celebrating him, his reassignment to a more active starbase to continue on the job intern opportunities for security track cadets and his new engagement.

Sevantha should have stayed home.

Sitting at the bar, trying to focus on the music, she’d come out of respect for her previous partner but found the entire affair left a poor taste in her mouth, which was unfortunate, she usually loved feeling celebrations around her.

oO I’m sure…  T’Vel and him will be perfect for one another…Oo

Looking to her little sugarshot glass, she gave pause, then she tossed it back so she’d at least taste the bitterness in more than just her thoughts.

oO Cut your hair for him, adjust the way you act, change yourself to fit the standards of traditionalist Vulcan parents… and they still arrange it for him, and he finds it the more logical choice.Oo

Black eyes lowered to the empty shot glass, listening to the music, looking up only when she felt Lorian’s gaze briefly before forcing a muted smile before turning away as quick as possible. He looked like he was walking over, panic filled her head until she saw the woman of the hour walk into the room, T’Vel. She was gorgeous, her hair done back in an intricate, symmetrical design with near perfect trimmed bangs and face framing pieces. 

oO…Just like that, he’s over it? Moved on for his parents' whims? Just looks over to offer me a smile and acts like I should be fine with T’Vel. Oo

The lights of the club dimmed, the specialized colored lights began to flicker creating a more dance friendly environment. They knew when to appeal to the cadet crowd and when to become the bar in which all the seniors would sit and chat at. It didn’t compare to any place in Medara but it worked in its absence. Standing up, Sevantha found tears threatening to well and at that moment began moving through the crowd across the room. She wanted to be as far away from this as possible.

oO I… I can’t do this, I can’t be here. Oo

As she walked, barely paying attention as her mind swirled with both the thoughts and emotions of the room around her, conflicting so heavily with her own grief, she collided right into another cadet who’d been passing through the room with his drinks.

Saa: S-shoot, I’m sorry.

Stepping back, Sevantha looked at the man, a rather tall Orion who towered over her 5’2” frame and whom she’d unintentionally might have caused to spill his drink. It took a moment for her to realize she was standing there a little dumbfounded before wiping at her eyes trying to avoid smudging her make-up yet hide the fact she was probably on her way to sob her heart out in either the bathroom or the back alley, whichever door she found first.

Caras: Oh sorry, sorry, I shouldn’t have been vibing so hard to this while walking with …::he looked at his hands:: drinks.

He looked down at himself, his white shirt was soaked through, it actually had a neat effect with the lights from the club against his green skin with the wet shirt.

Saa: No, no… ::her voice was soft even when trying to speak up over the music:: It’s my fault, I wasn’t looking where I was going. 

She was too caught up in her own head again thanks to Lorian. 

Unlike Saa, Morro caras had no thoughts in his head. He was just here to dance. He was in the middle of doing something, but he had forgotten what it was. He did notice this girl was upset. He was an engineer but he read people better than he read machines, mainly through body language. He felt sorry for her, this club was supposed to be an escape. It was certainly helping him work off the stress of the engineering midterm study sessions he was having.

Caras: :: leaning down to hear:: What?

She was kind of cute. Her hair would look better styled differently, but she was still cute to him.

Saa: Let me at least get you another drink, it's the least I could do.

Caras: Oh yes! Ok. 

Morro had forgotten he had drinks in his hand. He was going to give one to Cadet Rahayu, his roommate, but then he had gotten caught up when the lights had lowered… then he got caught up in the next song. Morro looked around for him, but It didn’t matter, he didn’t have anything to give him. This woman said something about drinks.

Caras: Sorry for being so much larger than you

. oO Wait did I phrase that correctly? I mean she is small and very cute, why am I sorry again? Oo

He was a little drunk. He leaned up against the bar, and made way for the woman who had bumped into him so that she could order. He’d never said no to free drinks, even if this was the Federation, and all the drinks were free. Things could still be special because people wanted to give them to you. All the drinks were free, but they didn’t have Orion delaq, but Caras did. It was stuffed away in his quarters, but that drink certainly wasn’t free.

He decided to involve this woman in one of his favorite activities, small talk.

Caras: What brings you here? You with the party over there? :: He motioned over to Lorian’s celebration circle::

Saa: Yes, I was but… ::She looked over to the party before looking towards the door:: It was clearly a mistake on my part. 

Caras: Better off over here probably. Vulcan’s don’t know how to party. I mean nothing against them but I’m an Orion, I have to feel my feelings. Passion, intensity, even heartbreak. I’m not sure I could ever embrace a culture that threw those away. But to each their own I guess.

Caras didn’t hate Vulcans, he just didn’t understand them. There wasn’t much to be gained when there was nothing to fight for. It wasn’t a species thing, it was more of a cultural thing. A Vulcan cadet had once told him that he was the last person on earth that she would want to be comforted by. It really hurt because he knew she meant it. So maybe it was a personal thing too.

Her brows furrowed a little at the comment, was he trying to make her feel better or just rambling his thoughts thanks to the drink in his hand.

Saa: oO What subtle thoughts you have..Oo

Saa: Vulcan’s just work a little differently than others. ::She defended before realizing her bitterness at doing so:: Well, I have been feeling my feelings enough, I rather feel the music now or…

Her eyes went to the door. She could leave now but it’d be obvious she’d stormed off in a small fit of jealousy and heartbreak, and then it’d be a whole other conversation she didn’t want to have. That was the worst part with Lorian. He’d ask, he’d express concern, then explain why it was logical things worked out the way they did… how it was best for both of them and where she saw some points… emotions were not logical in the slightest.

Caras: You dance at all? That’s why I come to this place. I made friends with the DJ, and he just gets me.

She tilted her head, looking to the DJ then to him again, music often helped drown out the room or let her just sink into her own emotions. 

Saa: I do from time to time, but haven’t really been out since I left Medara. I was just here to support a… friend’s… new placement and engagement.  

She loved dancing honestly but hadn’t had a lot of spare time with her rotations to get out until this evening. 

Caras: Is that right? Well if you’re not doing anything now, I could show you how to do some of the moves I like. They’ll take your mind off of things. They certainly do that for me.

Was this him asking her to dance? Sevantha stood there for a moment, subconsciously running her fingers through her hair to muss it up a little, rather insecure regarding the thought he’d had regarding the cut. She’d agreed with him but didn’t mean she was now somewhat paranoid regarding how it must have looked.

oO So either I spend my night crying in the bathroom, leaving a party dramatically to deal with the fall out later… or enjoy a dance with a guy who thinks I’m at least somewhat cute despite he’s… well those aren’t very advanced thoughts in there at the moment. Oo

Caras was simple at the best of times, and now that he was drunk his brain was stuck on mostly two word thoughts like oOGirl cuteOo and oOThis jamOo.

Saa: You know what? ::She looked to the dance floor then him:: I could use a little less thinking at the moment.

((TBC))

Lieutenant LG Sevantha Saa

Medical Officer

USS Astraeus 

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and

Ensign Morro Caras

Engineering Officer

USS Octavia E. Butler

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