"Laughing Amongst Friends"
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Setting: USS ANUBIS, 'Black Hole Crew Lounge'
As per the request of the Cns, a large pitcher of synthaol had been
brought to the table. Since this had been meant to be a celebration
though, three other matching pitchers had also been placed on the
table, these one filled with the real deal. The smell that came from those
three made it impossible to mistake them for anything else than what
they were.
"To our CMO!" The Hirogen called out, lifting one of the pitcher as if
it had been nothing more than a small mug.
"To our CMO and her savior," the Nausicaan added, grabbing the second
of the pitchers in the same manner.
"To us making it through our next mission in one piece," the Enaran
said, joining the other two warriors in their toast. The looks from
the three women said that they thought Pravat's comment had been based on
Ens. Summers no longer being the Ops officer of the HATHOR, but in
reality the MCO had meant it as a wish of good luck for those he would
test.
While the three men tackled the large pitchers in their grasp, the
three women had decided on a more distinguished approach, savoring the
content of the glasses in sips instead of gulps.
"I'm glad the HATHOR is not scheduled to leave for a few days," Susan
said nudging her friend, "I doubt we would be making it all that far
with our FCO, Sec/Tac and MCO drunk out of their wits."
"You should not underestimate their metabolism or ability to drink an
excessive amount of alcohol without suffering any ill effects," Lt.
Cmdr. Maya said. Had the other two women not been busy sipping their
drinks, maybe one of them would have had the chance to intercept the
CSciO before she went in on one of her excessively long explanations.
"According to my research on the biology and physiology of warrior
races such as the Klingons, Nausicaans and Hirogens, I suspect that they
would need much more than a single pitcher each to have their faculties
hindered beyond the ability of performing their respective duties.
Unlike most humanoids, these races have an exceptionally high tolerance
to alcohol allowing them to drink much more than any one else. My only
concern is that my research did not cover Enarans," the Shillian said,
watching Pravat trying his best to keep up with the other two warriors.
With their heads buried beneath the rapidly rising oversized mugs, none
of the three men had heard what the Shillian had said about their
ability to drink, all three of them seemingly more than happy to
provide a first-hand proof of what the CSciO had said. Following several large
and very loud gulps, Nico brought his pitcher crashing back down on the
table first followed by Uxtar a few seconds later.
"You drink like you fight," the Nausicaan said slapping the Hirogen on
the shoulder. "Like a Cytherian Sloth."
"At least I don't scare myself in the mirror every morning when I get
up," Uxtar said in retaliation, but before the two of them could
escalade the verbal insults, the two of them turned and watched as the
Enaran forced himself to down the content of his pitcher. It had taken
a little longer than the other two warriors, but Pravat eventually
finished it, slamming his mug on the table like the other two.
Looking at his two drinking buddies, the Enaran waited a few second as
if making sure that everything he had drank would remain where it was.
When he was satisfied that it would, Pravat turned to the nearest
waitress. "Three more please!"
Uxtar and Nico exploded with laughter and cheered for the Enaran. With
Pravat on the bridge of the HATHOR, things were bond to get
interesting;
a fact that visible pleased the two warriors and troubled the other
three women.
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And
Flight Control Officer 2005 post #497
Stardate: 60328.1900
Mark Hutchings {h172mark16@fastmail.us}
Ensign Uxtar
VIPER Pilot
USS ANUBIS
USS HATHOR
