Cigris Avoi - Bubbly Lime Concoction
Doz Finch
((Miaxdiso’s Penthouse, City of Idridi, Betazed))
Amused by Xandria Cain’s state of unravelling despair, Cigris Avoi was sat across from the human, legs wide, arms stretched over a spread of cushions like a sunning creature, in nothing but his pink polka-dot underwear. He’d called out her cute obsession with Miaxdiso, and in defiance she was stiffening up like an Idridian claypot.
C. Avoi: So you came all the way to Betazed to meet the family, whilst trying to hide the fact that you’re lovesick. ::He shook his head.:: Yeah, that’s a brilliant plan.
Cain: Can we talk about something else? The weather? Life in Starfleet?
The human's cheeks were turning as rouge as his sister's tassel lampshades.
C. Avoi: We could…but then that wouldn’t be nearly as entertaining.
He watched as Xandria sighed, now consumed by a deluge of thoughts. It was remarkable how quickly she had gone from cool and collected to utterly beside herself.
Cain: ::Groaning.:: Why did she invite me along?!
C. Avoi: You said it yourself, she’s a princess. She probably enjoys all the attention. ::He slowly lifted from the sofa.:: Drink?
Cigris swanned over to the glass cabinet, pursing his lips together with thought over what to pick for them both. Diahali was often the preferred choice, but his sister had amassed an impressive collection of spirits that begged for daylight. Bubbling lime concoctions, cloudy blue spirits, shimmering chocolate liqueurs, all for entertaining guests she didn’t have because she was always away with big old Starfleet.
Cain: Honestly, I thought I was doing a decent job hiding it until you came along. And I thought I would be over her by now, and things could go back to normal, but… ::She sighed.:: Not to sound like a stereotype, but I wish this was a problem that would just go away if I threw a few well-placed punches at it.
C. Avoi: Deities, Xandria Cain. Relax. Here. Have this. It’s good.
After finding glasses and then pouring out some of the bubbling lime liquid, he handed one to the human, before strolling leisurely over to a music player, his own drink gone in a flash. The liquid burned as it travelled down his throat and then tickled at the inner walls of his gut, leaving behind the taste of apple that he licked from his lips.
Cain: Response
C. Avoi: I’m afraid you’re in too deep now.
Grinning to himself, Cigris started to slowly swing his hips from side to side as the player started streaming music into the room. Then he turned and swapped his glass for one of the tabloid magazines on the coffee table, and flicked lazily through it, pausing only to admire the occasional picture of an attractive celebrity.
Cain: Response
C. Avoi: I suppose you could tell her…but then, this is my sister we’re talking about.
Cain: Response
Simmed by
Lieutenant Doz Finch
Assistant Chief Engineer
USS Gorkon NCC-82293
C239809SH3