Gin in The Dock

Posted on Tue Jan 15th, 2019 @ 12:23am by Commodore Jane Saulitis

Mission: Run Afoul
Location: Arcana Lounge/Bar
Timeline: MD10 23:00 Hours
1990 words - 4 OF Standard Post Measure

Rian yawned and looked over at the clock by his bedside table. Four am is what it read, "Why is it i can never bloody sleep," he said as stood from his bed. "This is how i know i live up to my last name," he said scoffing as he pulled on a black jumper,black jogging bottoms and his black dap shoes. Walking out of his quaters the whole ship was sleeping save for those on the night shift, his hair was an absolute state, running his his hand through it to tame it a little. He hated quiet like this, almost deafening. Being a 1/4 vulcan gave Rian some added advantages that he liked better hearing for one, The only place open for anything right now would be the Arcana lounge and bar.

"God i could do with a gin." He said as he walked into the bar, walking over to the replicator, "One packet of Sovereign Blue Cigarettes," He spoke as the packet materialised, grabbing them he walked over to the bar. "One Double Gin and Lemonade please," He said as grabbed his lighter from his pocket and lit up a cigarette and grabbed the black ash tray laying his ciggarette down in it, waiting for his drink.

"I'm afraid I don't do drinks," Patrick said as he emerged from the kitchen, right arm still secured by a sling, while gingerly balancing a tray with freshly made snacks on his left hand. "Now if it's food you want, I'm your man."

Tarria was manning the bar. She poured Rian his gin and walked over to him. "I am sorry, Ensign, but by orders of the captain, you're not allowed to smoke in here." As she said the fire suppressing system kicked in and washed all over Rian. She turned over to the Chef. "Weren't you suppose to be in bed, chef?" She asked looking at the trey of snacks. She took one and said, "I am not complaining though."

"I'm allowed to serve the captain her tea now," Paddy answered calmly, "it's not like I'm cooking a three course meal right now." He managed a smile at seeing the drenched officer. "Sorry sir, I should've warned you."

Rian felt the water wash over him and large amount caught in his mouth. Spitting it out and having a rather sarcastic look on his face. "Well this would mark the second occasion of me being busted for smoking where i shouldn't. Dad is going to pitch a fit," He said stubbing out the stick of death. "I should have given it up years ago." He said stood there with mildly red cheeks and an embarrassed look taking a sip from his gin, "Who knew water made gin taste better?" He said awkwardly trying to hide his embarrassment.

Tarria looked to him, tilting her head a bit and her antennae moving a little towards him. She looked a bit like a mother looked at her son. She was a very carrying person. "Do you want me to get you another glass and a towel perhaps?" She offered.

Rian laughed "Thatd be great thank you," He said slightly less embarrassed. "The names Rian by the way Rian O'Donnaghue," He said as he out stretched his hand for her to shake.

Tarria took his wet hand. "Tarria Sh'enzhinnir, but you can call me Tarria." She then poured him a new glass of gin. She put it in front of him as she took the old glass away and then walked out back to get a towel. She handed it to him as she returned. "There you go," She said softly and giving him a warm smile.

Watching the exchange, Patrick shook his head in dismay. "Patrick O'Malley, I'm the resident chef. Normally anyway."


Rian looked to Patrick "Nice to meet you Patrick" He said.

Jane entered the lounge with her hands on her hips. She looked around for the cause of the alarm and approached a man seated at the bar who looked quite wet, no doubt from the fire suppressant systems. "Someone want to tell me why the fire suppressant system felt the need to kick on? Something tells me it wasn't from the cooking."

Well that certainly saved him an awkward walk. "No, it wasn't," Patrick confirmed while putting a China tea pot and a cup and saucer on a plate. He added some of the pastries from the other tray, feeling very unbalanced as he worked.

"Care to explain?" Jane couldn't believe he was being so calm about this. "Someone?" She didn't really care who, it was the middle of the night, she couldn't sleep and suddenly there was a fire on her ship and so far no one was talking.

"He thought he could smoke in here." With his injured hand he made an awkward gesture towards the man sitting at the bar. "He got a shower instead." He set the finished tray on the counter. "Where would you like to have your tea?"

Rian winced if his dad found out about this no wrath could be worse than that surely. "Sorry Captain that is correct i was indeed smoking i totally forgot about the smoke detectors and water systems it wont happen again captain i apologize," he was sweating under his black jogging bottoms and his face was redder than a phone box.

"Right here," Jane finally answered the chef. "Thank you Paddy." Then she sat down next to Rian. Her demeanor seemed to deflate after his apology. "You know that will kill you right? What's your reason for having a death wish?"

Rian nervously laughed, "I know it'll kill me captain," he'd been smoking most of his natural life, better than drinking his sorrows away like his father did when he was the helms man of the Arlington. "Havent you heard 'To be an O'Donnaghue is to have a death wish,'" He said slightly laughing "Thats a quote from my dad," He said grabbing his gin.

Nodding, and grateful not to have to carry it, Patrick slid the tray over to her. "Would you like anything to eat sir?" He addressed the other officer.

It was now Tarria stepped in. "Sandy said, only the captain, Patrick. I know you're eager. Now do you have any left overs in the fridge? I can set up a buffet. You!" She points to Paddy and continued saying, "Sit! Go! Go!" She moved to him and got him on a bar stool. She then laughed, "Always wanted to do that." She walked back behind the bar and leaned towards the two Irish gentlemen, "Now what can I get for you two?" She giggled. "Don't worry, I swear I will not try to cook."

"But..." Patrick tried to resist but it was futile. Tears sprang into his eyes as he was yet again thwarted in what he loved to do. His kitchen was already mangled by some incompetent substitutes. "There should be..." He bit his lower lip, trying to fight the tears back.

Tarria could tell he was about to cry so she had to think quickly. "Oh... Don't cry, Patsy, eh.... I know, how about an omelet for myself and Rian? It's not that difficult. And shouldn't take too much energy, right?" She walked around the bar and took his hand and pulled him the kitchen. "I'll get you a pan and eggs, you wait here at the stove." She got a pan and put it on the stove and then got some eggs. "You start what ever you need to do for omelet and I'll get two plates. Just don't cry." She put her hands together and gave a sweet smile. "I'll won't tell the doctor. But just this once."

Jane couldn't help but smile at Tarria's enthusiasm. What a unique crew she'd collected here. "Paddy, no one will starve to death, I assure you." She couldn't tell him not to cook though, not after that emotional display. Instead she sighed and sipped her tea.

"It's not about people starving," the injured chef sniffled as he tried to break an egg over a bowl. "It's about being kept from what I love to do. I think I will heal better here, where I am happiest. I might not be able to make much yet, but I can do simple things." He gave her a sad smile as he beckoned for Tarria to help him break the eggs. "I feel like I'm flying up the walls if I have nothing to do."

Tarria put the plates down and took the eggs and broke them in the bowl. She put the whisk in and put it on the table. "Well then as you're self appointed psychologist will set up something for you to be happy. I will talk to the doctor, no worries. I am a strong believer in the smile to be the best medicine."

He looked over at Rhian. "Please don't think less of me now... I'm just a simple cook, and I want to make people happy with food."

He looked to Paddy "Don't worry i wont Paddy you seem like a decent enough fellow your all good here chef," he said smiling.

"Oh no one will think less of you." Jane replied, feeling like the situation had gotten awkward quickly. She felt a barrier between her and the others, as if she were in the room but no one could touch her. "Don't worry Paddy, we know you want to make people happy but we are happy, as much as food can make us anyway."

Patrick smiled sadly at them as he worked to make the eggs. Eventually he had made enough for the four of them. "Can you make some toast" he directed Tarria, "then I'll make some bacon to go with the eggs." Bacon was easy enough. "I'll need help serving too."

"Sure," Tarria replied as she took bread from the shelve and put some in the toaster as she started to lay out the eggs on the plate. She even got out some oranges, as this breakfast would be finished with a glass of orange juice. And looked really nice with it. As Paddy finished the bacon she laid them out on the table and placed the plates on the bar. She turned to Patrick. "How are you feeling? Any better?"

Turning towards her, he cast the woman a grateful smile. "Yes, a little," he replied honestly, "thank you. I'd feel a lot better if the person who matters most to me would be here too though. He's so busy... do you think you can bring him some since he won't come here? I'd do it normally but I'm not allowed." He swallowed a few times. "And I'm not going near that place." That place being engineering.

"Of course," She didn't have to read his mind to know he meant engineering. She is a bartender, nothing goes by her unnoticed. She knew the which person mattered to him. She placed some cutlery on the plate and took a glass of orange juice. "You watch my bar will you. I'll be right back." She winked to him before turning around and walking out of the lounge.

"Yes ma'am," Patrick smiled, turning towards the others. "Breakfast is served," he announced, somewhat unnecessarily.

Jane shook her head, by the time she got to see Hak again she was going to gain ten pounds. "Thank you. Now rest." She raise her eyebrows at him to indicate that this was not a request. "And you," She pointed at Rian. "No more fires."

"I'll go home as soon as Miss Tarria returns," Patrick promised sagely. He was getting tired and would need to go home very soon.

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Commander Jane Saulitis
Commanding Officer
USS Majestic

Patrick O'Malley
Chef
pnpc Lhaes
USS Majestic

Tarria Sh'ezhinnir
Bartender/Lounge manger
pnpc Sandra Adamson
USS Majestic

Ensign Rian O'Donnaghue
Chief Helm Officer
USS Majestic