((Black Hole Bar, Deck 5, USS Eagle-A))
Williams: Take care, all. I’ll see you soon.
Una watched the doors hiss shut behind Williams, her fingers still tracing the cool, condensation-slicked rim of her glass. The vibrant layers of her Tequila Sunrise felt like a much needed anchor in the dim, chaotic energy of the bar.
She turned her gaze back to Kimberly, her expression a mix of relief and lingering restlessness. The noise of the Ferengi’s wheel was starting to grate on her nerves.
Stapledon: Ensign?
Qualunque: Lieutenant? :: She echoed Kim’s sentiment, making sure to use the correct rank.::
Stapledon: I'm kind of hungry actually.
Una gazed at Kim. Williams was already long gone, perhaps already asleep. She felt a wave of confusion what had just happened? She hadn't actually meant to ask Willie out on a date, her invitation had been intended for both of them, but his sudden escape hadn't left her any room to clarify. She shrugged, that wasn't the first time that happened.
Qualunque: I'm hungrey too, very! Let's go to eat something!
Stapledon: Response.
Qualunque: Where you like! I'm ok with anything at the moment.
Stapledon: Response.