Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari ~ Well someone's ship will sail at least.

[Roxanna Dorion]

(( Miss Kitty's Karaoke Club, The Indulgence of Chocolate-Coated Jama’haron ))

It was a time-honored tradition. Steeped in history. Guarded with the reverence and the respect it commanded. It has been performed for over a millennia  across all known galaxies, and statistically, unknown galaxies as well. 

Girls night. 

The sacred gathering of women in various emotional conditions and stages, garbed in flamboyant, eye catching materials, for the sacred purpose of making an absolute nuisance of themselves in various public forums. This one happened to be a karaoke bar on a luxury cruise liner. That is, after some minor wardrobe adjustments of course. 

Ohnari: ::steadying herself:: Ok, pefect! Now we're ready.

A.Dewitt: We’re almost as hot as Ames now! Woo hoo!

Semara: :: A little grin :: ...Almost?

A Bolian appeared ferrying a bottle of some sort to the stage. Whether it was for nerves, or just to keep the party going, who knew for sure? But anyone who laid eyes upon the trio, knew better than to question, and simply found a seat to enjoy. 

A.Dewitt: Your lubrication m’lady. 

Semara: :: Toasting. :: Thank you kindly, your excellency. :: A giggling curtsy. :: 

Bolian Waiter: Madam! You can’t just take a bot..:

Talia looked at the Bolian, puzzled, with the bottle more than halfway to her lips. He brought it. Was she not supposed to drink it? He hadn't brought glasses or anything. She had assumed he had aimed for a more environmentally conscious option. She maintained direct contact whilst taking a long sip. 

A.Dewitt: :interrupting: Oh just charge it to Lieutenant Commander Connor Dewitt. He’s paying for everything this evening

That caused her to sputter and fall into a minorly alarming coughing fit. 

Ohnari: ::through coughs:: Ayemet!! 

Bolian Waiter: That’s all paid for. Enjoy your evening ladies. 

A.Dewitt: Thank you sooo much!!

The Haliian just made "Big eyes" at the Betazoid. The unspoken, unnecessary communication was: "Not our marriage, not our comment." 

Semara: :: Tugging at the first arm she can find :: Come on!  It's time to sing!

She was being yanked. Wasn't the first time, certainly wouldn't be the last. Thankfully the stumble was able to be recovered into a fancy spin move 

Ohnari: ::shouting:: HOW YA DOIN' MISS KITTIES?!?! 

She held the bedazzled mic out to the increasingly large crowd. A chorus of shouts could be heard 

Stepping back, Amelia was center stage and singing her heart out. Talia and Ayemet behind her, somehow synchronized their hip swishes and sways. They switched out in a perfectly unsynchronized jumble that was a mix of laughter, swigs of the bottle (which she decided she would pay at least half for), and of course, a valid attempt at singing along with the right words in the right order. 

The execution was questionable, but the vibes were immaculate. That is, until a strange vibration kept throwing Talia off rhythm. It took an embarrassingly long time for her to realize it was her reminder to prepare for dinner. They were four songs in at this point, but she had to leave. Before the next song queued, she viciously hugged each of her bandmates and blew kisses to the crowd. 

Halfway to the door, she stopped, and shouted back:

Ohnari: Amelia!!! The proprietor ::she pointed dramatically:: is both willing and able! The rest is up to yoooouuu!! Ok love you byeeeeee!!! 

She flounced out on a successful wingwoman note. 

END

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