Koryan - "Drinks For Thought"
Amanda Nordstrom
OOC: I’m sorry, the whole deal with my host cutting off our email threw off my groove and I’m trying to get back into it. IC:
((Writers Room, USS Octavia E. Butler.))
With Yinn and Maxwell at the bar, Koryan enjoyed a friendly chat with them both, the first time he’d had the opportunity to do so. While many people cycled through the stools that stood at the bar, even more chose to remain at the tables, and generally a server brought their orders to them, so it was nice when people hung around for a conversation. That particular one moved onto things of an entertaining nature, and Koryan thought he had a good idea of how to throw a party that would offer options to a wide variety of people who had different ideas of what a party should be.
Koryan: I’ll get right on it then.
And despite the fact that he’d only got the initial inklings of an idea, he couldn’t help but start forming visions of the various sections he could set up in the holodeck. He’d have to take a census of the various species on the station to cater to and represent all who were there. Man, it was going to be a big party. With that, Max set down his drink and winked with the eye that had suffered some sort of injury. Another tale for another day.
Maxwell: How about a wee dram tae seal the deal?
Koryan: It’ll have to be a virgin one.
Although those two might be able to hold their liquor, they’d each taken some strong drink, and he was quite careful to limit what people imbibed. The last thing he wanted was to have the privilege of real alcohol revoked, which was exactly what would happen should any sort of problems arise.
Yinn: Response
The hiss of the door drew the attention of both Max and Koryan, and he watched as more people entered the room in a cluster. The crowds that inhabited the lounge ebbed and flowed, and it seemed the tide was coming in.
Maxwell: Looks like it's starting tae liven up the now.
Koryan: Yep, that’s how it goes.
Since they all took spaces at tables, he could linger a minute or two longer - at least until their orders came in.
Koryan: What do you two plan to do after this?
Yinn: Response
Maxwell: Nae decided yet.
Alas, Koryan’s decision was made for him. As a hand darted up, the server went to take an order and Koryan inclined his head to the two he’d been chatting with.
Koryan: Looks like I’m going to be distracted for a while.
Maxwell/Yinn: Response
Koryan: Feel free to come hang out at the bar any time - and let me know if you need anything else.
More conversations would happen, of that he was sure, if they elected to do so. He grinned and both, his teeth white against his purple skin, then turned and met the server at the other end of the bar to take the incoming orders.
[Seemed like a good place to end for Koryan. :)]
-- Koryan Bartender USS Octavia E. Butler M239008AD0