Huzzah!

Posted on Wed Apr 27th, 2022 @ 6:35pm by Captain Etan Kaz & Lieutenant JG Sel PsyD & Lieutenant Sabine St. James & Lieutenant Skot Ryder & Lieutenant Tequila Dreik

Mission: 00 -Life on the Line
Location: Main Operations, Deck 19
Timeline: Before MD00

It was a rare occasion that the crew of Deep Space K-17 we altogether. Even rarer still to have the Captain bring them together.

Today was special occasion. Today was the anniversary of Etan's joining, and he felt like celebrating.

The makeshift bar in Ops used to be the docking control station. It's only purpose now was to be a flat surface for shots to be lined up on. "Who wants Tequila?!?" the Captain waved and winked at Lieutenant Dreik, "And who wants a shot?"

Tiki posed, holding her hands out to the sides. "Who wouldn't want all this?" she exclaimed with a cheeky grin as she reached for a shot glass, tilting her head back and tipping the liquid into her mouth. "Keep 'em comin' boss man, I sense a good night ahead."

Lieutenant Sel stood a ways away from the Captain and sipped a pale green liquid from a tumbler while he nodded. He regarded the Captain and then Lieutenant Dreik. "That was amusing, Captain. You see, Lieutenant Dreik's name is Tequila, which is also a variety of alcohol." The Vulcan explained to no one in particular.

"Thank you mister Sel. That was the joke." Etan laughed as he poured out a number of shots. "St. James, Ryder, you want in on this?" He called out, craning his neck to see through the crowd and holding up the bottle.

Skot shot Tiki and evil grin, "I can certainly handle Tequila. Both the girl and the drink." He remarked before taking his glass.

The second shot followed the first easily. Tiki set the shot glass back on the bar, raising an eyebrow as her eyes roamed slowly from Skot's face to his feet and then back up to his face again. She raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Little boys playing at men don't know what to do with Tequila... the girl and the drink," she shot back. "Come back when you get some real game darlin'."

The right side of Skot's mouth crept into his ever famous slight grin, "Whatever you say...Sparkles." He tossed his drink back before winking at her. He reached for a second drink before turning and noticing one of the attractive young ensigns, "How you doin?"

Sabine made her way to the bar, noticing Skot's winking.

"Is there something caught in your eye? You should take care of that." She said as if she was deadpan serious - and with Sabine, she could be just as easily kidding as serious.

"I suppose I should at least have one to be polite. Too many and I may have some issues." She said next to the Captain, "Namely making messes and having to clean them."

"That's the thing about Tequila," Tiki responded with a grin. "One's alright, two's the most. Three's under the table but four's under the host." She grabbed her third shot, and held it up toward the Captain. "What can I say, I've seen worse..." she added with a pointed glance in Skot's direction.

Etan laughed loudly and took his shot, slamming the empty glass down on the makeshift bar to refill. "Who know drinking songs?" He asked, looking around earnestly.

Tiki reached for her newly refilled shot glass. "A few more of these and anything will be a drinking song, especially for those who can't handle it," again, another pointed glance at Skot. "So," she turned back to Etan, downed the shot and set the glass back on the bar. "What are we celebrating?"

"Today is the 23rd anniversary of me having a foreign object pushed inside of me." He said, throwing back the shot easily. "It's also the anniversary of my joining with Kaz."

"Well, you know, foreign objects can be quite enjoyable," Tiki teased with a wink. She held up her shot glass. "To Kaz," she said before downing the shot and slamming the shot glass back down on the bar. "Huzzah!"

"Huzzah!" exclaimed Etan, raising his new shot as well. "Now, I may have hosted Kaz for the last 23 years, but they've experienced six lifetimes before before me. They've been a Trade Ship Captain. a Tailor, an Academic, an Actor, a Doctor, and a Scientist. It's hard not to feel a bit insignificant up against that. But one thing I can say for certain, I am the most adventurous and fun host the Kaz has joined with. And while that may not seem like a lot compared to the others, it means a lot to me. " Etan laughed. "So thank you all for coming to celebrate with me! It means the most. Now, more shots!" He exclaimed.

"Now that is a sentiment I can 100% get behind!" Tiki responded, grabbing another shot glass. "And keep 'em coming!"

With the Captain's speech done, Lieutenant Sel took it upon himself to get music going. The Vulcan appeared to be quite intoxicated as he fumble with an antique sound system. At first all that came from the speakers was static, and then the rugged sounds of Klingon rock erupted from them.

Given no one acknowledged her bad joke before the Captain's announcement, Sabine moved back towards the back once more, trying to blend back in with the bulkheads. Large gatherings were not her favorite thing. Someone had once tried to pull her out of her shell and that was gone from her life forever.

In the meantime, best to observe, watch. Make sure no one did anything that could be a problem. Intoxication was a problematic condition to be in and it often caused lapses in judgement, and so, Sabine rationalized, it meant someone should be ready to help.

Skot perked up at the sound of the music, "Oh my god, I love this band!" he nearly shouted as he began to play the air guitar in front of the girl he had been talking to.

Etan moved towards Skot and joined him in his movements. "I love Gik'Tal, I should see if they'd come do a concert on the station!" He called leaning into Skot.

With a roll of her eyes, Tiki turned back toward the bar, content with the array of shots poured in front of her. "Just keep them coming," she said to the bartender. "I'm going to need it to deal with them."

Laughing, the bartender poured another shot. "And I'll need one to deal with this noise." He declared, pouring another.

"To coping mechanisms," Tiki responded, holding her shot glass up. "May they be plentiful!" She downed the shot, grimacing as she set the shot glass down on the bar again. "And may they result in bad decisions," she added, casting a discerning glance over the bar tender before she grinned.