Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari ~ Hangry Hijinks

[Roxanna Dorion]

((Dewitt Residence. Ventura, California. Earth.))

They did it! It finally happened, and most importantly....it was finally over. 

Since Ayemet had generously asked Talia to be her maid of honor, it had consumed every free moment not dedicated to work that the Haliian had...well...there were some breaks...but mentally she was always planning. Now it was done. They were married, her friends, Connor and Ayemet fought for their love and finally got to have something go their way.  It was beautiful, and perfect aaannd....

She hadn't eaten or drank anything in twelve hours and she was going to pass out. An hour till dinner...and the cocktail hour was for the guests before the ceremony...perhaps if she could sneak into the kitchens for a quick snack. Except...she'd need a distraction. The people running the kitchen were militant. 

Scanning the crowd, the Haliian chief medical officer located someone she knew was down to get a little...morally grey. Approaching the man who made the mistake of stepping away from the safety of the crowd, she slipped beside him, linking her arm with his. 

Ohnari: ::murmuring:: I need your help. 

Forza: Response 

Ohnari: ::slightly whiny:: I am starving. It's an hour till dinner and that kitchen staff is run tighter than a Vulcan convention on logic. 

Forza: Response

Ohnari: ::eyes narrowing:: All they're offering right now is champagne. The cocktail hour was for you lucky guests, the wedding party didn't get anything. ::grasping the man's arms tightly:: Please help me...? 

She added her best pout. If he said no, she might take a bite of him just to hold her over. No. She wouldn't. But her stomach took that moment to growl loudly, accentuating her point.

Forza: Response

Ohnari: ::brightening and clapping happily:: Yay!! I bet if we sneak over to the service entrance we might be able to snag a few appetizers, nothing crazy, just something to prevent my stomach from cannibalizing itself.  

Forza: Response

((((Brief Timeskip, Outside the kitchens)))))

Talia Ohnari was making a right fool of herself, but, considering the staff had been hired and were told to be polite, they were begrudgingly listening to her increasingly more ridiculous tale. It was her brilliant plan at distraction, while Ensign Forza would be able to sneak a few tidbits before the official dinner. Logically, she could have just asked. But, in her hangry state, her brain went straight to hijinks.

Ohnari: So then I said, That's not my prosthetic, that's my wife!

The kitchen staff just stared. 

Ohnari: ::coughing:: I...uh...guess you had to be there. 

Snooty staff#1: Is there something you needed...? We have dinner to prepare...

Glancing behind them, but trying not to be obvious about it, it seemed Ensign Forza was taking his assignment seriously. The man moved with almost military precision, and had she not been so transfixed by the amount he'd already collected, she would be wildly impressed. 

Ohnari: Oh uh...I just thought I would uh....thank you for your service. No one ever really appreciates the staff, right? Well I do. Top notch ladies and gents, really, fantastic work. I guess I should...um...get back to the party. 

Forza: Response

TAG/TBC 

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Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari, MD
Chief Medical Officer
USS Khitomer
C239205ME0