Ensign Marcus Forza: Apologies Given
Jason
((Dewitt Residence, Ventura, California, Earth))
Getting to Ventura was a relatively easy task. The getting of a gift for the wedding however, was not. Marcus spent half of the day in the city, walking around, stepping into different shops and other lovely places. He barely knew LtCmdr Dewitt or Lt. Ayemet, the two officers to be wed later that evening, but he felt it would be rude not to at least make the attempt of getting a gift. Of course this had proven far more difficult than he could’ve imagined. The only time he met LtCmdr Dewitt was when he got himself into trying an array of drinks. When he met the counselor, Marcus was on the verge of having a breakdown and was stuck in a nightmare. Both great first impressions to be made for the near newly-weds. However, Marcus did have a small trick up his sleeve; files!
He spent some time in his quarters looking into what he could surmise about the two officers. Not that it gave him much information. Upon looking into the file of Dewitt, Marcus found absolutely nothing to give even the slightest hint as to what to get him. As for Ayemet, the only thing he could find was that she was half Bajoran, half El-Aurian. Yippy. What help would that be? Then it hit him, nothing beats a good bottle of…wine? What else could he do?
Upon arriving at the residence, which was absolutely astonishing to Marcus, he tried his best not to be noticed. He had arrived late, having gotten a tad lost on the way there, and was trying to snake his way into the area where you would put the gifts. He did spy Ezra Zerva. A social gathering could be a good place to finally settle things. After placing a rather poorly wrapped bottle of wine on the table, straightened his suit. Just a good old fashioned suit, he really didn’t have much in the way of dress whites. So while he was gift shopping, he managed to get himself a rather sharp azure suit, with a milk white button up and a darker gray tie. It had been a good idea not to put any type of stuff in his hair however. He was sweating just a tad and that could’ve caused some of the product to run down his face. As if he needed anymore embarrassment.
Forza: ::from a distance, but in a hushed tone:: Mr. Zerva.
The Security Officer couldn’t hear him. Still, Marcus waded his way through the people in his way.
Forza: Ensign!
That wouldn’t work. Just how many Ensigns were at this place?
Forza: ::tapping his shoulder:: Mr. Zerva.
Zerva: Response?
Forza: How are you doing Mr. Zerva.
Zerva: Response?
Marcus cleared his throat. Was he really approaching someone for the sole purpose of an apology?
Forza: Of course. I uh, just wanted to talk to you for a moment Ezra.
Yes. Yes he was.
Zerva: Response?
Marcus gestured to a less crowded part of the residence, he didn’t exactly want everyone knowing. Not like it was anything to be ashamed of, just a little weird.
Forza: Look man, I just wanted to uh, ::rubbing his hands:: I wanted to apologize.
Zerva: Response?
Forza: For my behavior a couple weeks ago, back in the firing range?
It was then that he heard the voice of Captain Shayne.
Shayne: Ladies, gentlemen, delegates of all persuasions. The anointed hour approaches.
Zerva: Response?
Forza: Guess we pick this up later?
Zerva: Response?