Lt. Commander Foster - Love/Hate Relationship
Jamie LeBlanc
((Entrance, Hauteur Serene Hotel, San Francisco District, StarBase 118))
The lights, the skyline, the decorations. This was a breathtaking venue and a night to remember for sure.
Foster: Well, I’ve seen awards that ranged from a beach party on Little Risa in beachwear to full on formal affairs. This is certainly one of the most impressive.
S’zurak: Thiss does confirm the rumor I heard. ::Looking at Foster now:: I heard it was going to be a big one. Trussst me, that’ss all I know.
For a moment one of Wyn’s antennae canted forward. He was unaware of big plans. Wyn had spent the majority of his shore leave focusing on need to know reports and crew rosters, making sure the crew was safe and doing well.
Which was exactly what Gogi asked of him. So Wyn didn’t feel bad in the slightest. But he knew that every CO and FO was different. Some needed to know everything – Nijil had been like that, he seemed to mysteriously know everything. Some were not so mysterious and they simply socialized with everyone until they knew everything.
For Wyn, he found that level of information overwhelming and he preferred to cut his focus to the things that really needed to be done. So if that meant he would be surprised by whatever Gogi had in store, well, he would be surprised.
But S’zurak knew something… Wyn was betting Sol knew a lot more something. Sol always seemed to know everything, too. Good thing she was head of Intel.
Foster: Looks like it’s a good time to eat drink and mingle!
S’zurak: You’re right. I think I see the bloodwine and gagh. Would you care for some?
Wyn’s antennae curled a bit. This was, in fact, not his first invitation for bloodwine or gagh. The Narendra, having a storied history with the Klingons, had come to the aid of the Empire a few times and all of those celebrations ended in bloodwine and gagh.
The weird thing was gagh tasted shockingly good. It was that texture that got Wyn. That nasty wriggling feeling. He always chewed it extra good to make sure they were all completely dead before swallowing. And then he was both disgusted at the experience and yet marveled at the taste. Well-seasoned gagh were delectable.
Welcome to life in Starfleet.
Foster: I’m debating my desire for gagh.
Wriggling texture… delicious taste.
Maybe he should have gone running before coming so he was good and hungry. Then he would have eaten just about anything without pause. Stupid fast Andorian metabolism. Stupid double fast Aenar metabolism. Wyn Foster was a miniature blue trash compactor when it came to calories.
S’zurak: Help yoursself, Ssir… ::grinning with gagh visible:: Or perhapss it is ssstill too early in the night.
He reached for a goblet of bloodwine and prepped himself for the inevitable wriggles.
Foster: Ya got some wriggles in your teeth. ::He lifted the goblet towards S’zurak.:: Let me prime the pump.
The bloodwine went down easy. That was another thing that he found that once you got used to the smell the whole affair was surprisingly pleasant.
S’zurak: ::sipping more bloodwine:: By the way, do you know who that is with Commander Fairhug? I’ve never seen her before.
He turned, taking another drink of bloodwine.
Foster: Yes, but only from a distance. Commander Fairhug mentioned he was bringing a “plus one” so I think she’s connected to him… somehow.
Wyn wasn’t going to guess romantic or not. She could be family? She could be friend? Better to not make assumptions about one’s commanding officers’ love life.
S’zurak: ?
Foster: I could not venture a guess. ::He peered at the group:: She seems to be getting on with everyone well, though. That’s a good sign.
Could not or would not venture a guess. Wyn was great at sticking his foot in his mouth when he was younger and he was trying to actively not do that.
S’zurak: ?
Foster: True! ::He paused and looked at the wriggling pile of delectable grossness. He couldn’t put it off much longer.:: Fresh from the Qo’noS district. I remember when they put in the gagh pits to have a fresh supply.
S’zurak: ?
Foster: Yeah, once I get over the wriggle I think they taste great.
S’zurak: ?
One man’s misery was another man’s pleasure, that much was true.
Foster: Seriously?! ::he waved a hand and laughed:: Alright, alright, I won’t keep yapping.
No delay. Sidle up and eat the things. Wyn grabbed a handful and took a generous amount into his mouth, crunching down with the wriggling meatiness. Oh, the seasoning was perfect. The meaty crunch was delightful. The wriggling… still super gross. The expression on his face was culinary delight mixed with pure disgust for a quite intriguing mixture.
S’zurak: ?
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tags/tbc
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Lt. Commander Shar’Wyn Foster
Executive Officer
StarBase 118 Ops
~Julian Beck
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