Taking a shot of medicine

Posted on Tue Feb 25th, 2020 @ 2:50pm by Fleet Admiral Heather Duval
Edited on on Tue Feb 25th, 2020 @ 3:14pm

Mission: Mission 15: Old Ghosts
Location: Various Locations - USS Roanoke
Timeline: 2230Hrs - December 3rd, 2390

Jacen stepped off the shuttle craft into the busy and entirely too bright shuttle bay as his adjusted his pack over his shoulder. He settled his dark sunglasses over his eyes while he ran a hand through his short, disheveled hair to try and give it a semblance of neat and professional. Or something along those lines. His olive green and black checkered shemagh was wrapped around his neck with the kind of haphazard care that could be called nonchalant fashionable while the light gray t-shirt with a faded corporate logo on it and the pair of khaki cargo pants and combat boots marked him apart from the uniformly dressed personnel walking off the shuttle to report to their new posting. He felt like something that had been scrapped off the inside of a warp nacelle housing and then reconstituted into something that resembled a living being.

He presented his transfer orders to the duty officer who took the orders, looked him over and shook his head before handing the PaDD back to Jacen. "Where can I get a drink around here?" he asked as he tucked his orders have into one of the many pockets on his pants.

"Try the Green Dragon, the ship's lounge you take the turbolift at the end of the hall and take it to deck ten" the officer informed Jacen and then seemed to hesitate for a moment before speaking up. "but sir you need to -"

"Don't tell me what I need to do LT, I'm not some Greenhorn Ensign straight out of the Academy you just deal with you little line for the kiddy ride and I'm going to go and get me some adult action," Jacen said as he cut the man off with a hard glare and started heading for the turbolift.

The duty officer watched the Commander walk away and shook his head. "Fucking prick." he said and turned his attention to the short line of officers that had lined up behind Saint to come aboard. Jacen paid no attention to the man he had left behind at his station, all he could think about was that he desperately needed a drink and it evidenced by the sheen of sweat on his skin and his hand that was clenched into a fist so tightly the knuckles were an alabaster white. Wait for and ride in the turbolift seemed to have been a single torturous moment that extended into a infinite moment.

The corridor be lift and the doors of the Green Dragon were more a vague impression of a memory being formed as he dropped his go-bag on the deck and ordered three shots of Evan Williams Kentucky Bourbon and knocked them back in quick succession as he placed the shit glass down, bottom up. He could feel the shakes slowly going away, but found that the feeling of loathing twining up in his stomach.

"Give me another."

A surly, drunken, tiny blond woman patterned in Trill spots shoved in to the seat beside of Jacen. The bar was filled with second-hand smoke of various types of cigar and and vapor brands. The blond woman, dressed in a brown shirt and black running pants, even had a vapor stick between her left index and middle fingers.

"Give 'em what I got," the Trill woman interjected. And by the glassy and bloodshot brown eyes, she must of been drinking something far stronger.

Those same eyes also took in Jacen. Half with typical scientific interest, and half lust.

"Well since I don't know your face, I already know you're new here," the woman spoke rather directly with a grin. "And your here to get drunk, same as the guys brawling by the mechanical bull."

Jacen turned to consider the petite Trill woman as the bartender poured him a glass of something blue that had a such an overwhelming alcohol smell that he didn't need to bring the glass up to his nose. Romulan ale...damn this woman is serious, he thought to himself and then gave her a grin back, before he spared a glance over at the group of men by the bull. "Oh I am definitely here to get drunk, but the difference between me and those jokers over there is I'll be leaving with the hottest woman in the bar by the time I'm finished drinking gorgeous."

His look was appraising, that of a man who took people in at a glance and knew what they could do and there was an undeniable element of lust as his gaze lingered in places on her svelte form. He picked up glass and took a long draw from the electric blue liquid, feeling that hard burn down his gullet that came from drinking the alien beverage.

"What about you? You here to get drunk or hang out with those chuckle heads teasing them?"

"I don't normally look for a piece of meat to take home with me," the woman laughed. Zara gestured to the drunken idiots by the bull. "I come to watch the fights that happen and get drunk. Mostly because the unsaid rule here, is that he who loses the fights, pays for the damages. So when the fights do happen, it's fun and desperate. 'Cause they pay in holodeck privileges and replicator allowances."

Then she gave him a hungry look before she too, shot back a strong Romulan ale. Then she smoked some more on her Klingon-infused vapor stick.

"I could be tempted though, for a night with a piece of meat like you."

He smirked and then tapped on the bar top for two more shots of Romulan ale as he continued to consider her, pondering as to the merits of his assignment here. He could deal with it if the women were as easy on the eyes as this little Trill. "Mmmm, well darlin' I do love to make myself a terribly difficult to resist temptation."

Zara blushed, though why she could not figure out. But she did give off a humored laugh. "Well I aim to impress, myself." Then she passed him her stick.

"Don't ask what it is... Technically contraband throughout the fleet. But what brass don't know, won't hurt them," the Trill winked playfully at him.

"Oh you are my kind trouble gorgeous," he replied with a smile and a wink back as he accepted the vapor stick, taking a draw from it and held in the smoke for a long moment before he let it out slowly. It crept up on him and made his senses take on a fuzzy edge that wasn't entire unpleasant, his vision was swimming for a moment as he looked first at the vapor cigar and the back to the Trill.

"Screw the brass, uptight pencil pushers as far as I am concerned." he replied before taking another hit to pass it off to his companion again.

"So do you come here often or it is just my lucky night?"

"I come here when I tire of drinking alone," Zara admitted honestly, and poured herself another shot with the intent of downing another. "That, and I like to watch live boxing matches. Fights in this place are close enough."

"Hmmm...it is a shame if you have to drink alone." he said and downed his own shot, refilling his glass and downing it again, shaking his head as if to clear it but then grinned. "Damn sometimes I forget why I don't drink this stuff more often."

He saw her glance over towards the brawl, slight biting of her lower lip as he downed her shot of the dark blue liquid, the way she was holding herself close to him almost unconsciously. He reached out and caught her chin to turn her head towards him as he smiled. "Oh kinky girl huh? the sight of a little violence get your engine revved?"

"You have no idea, Dear." Zara gave him a coy wink, then downed another shot of ale. The last shot she regretted, for the headaches starting to form, as well as the blurry vision. And that made it hard for her to smoke her vapor stick.

He took another shot and smiled as he plucked the vapor stick from her fingers, leaning in as he kissed her hard. He could taste the ale and the rather strong mixture of the Klingon herbs used in her stick. He slid a hand around to the back of her head and intertwined her fingers into her hair as he growled low in he throat, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He tasted more of the heady mixture of alcohol and alien narcotic but didn't care as she appealed to something primal within him and right now it was either rut or fight.

And either way it would be something savage.

"My... place?"

"I thought you'd never ask." he replied after biting her lower lip and tugging on it.

Tane's only response was a playful pur before she dragged him from the bar.