From: Lynnaea AelCaymarth <rneces@mastnet.net> Date: Wed, 20 Aug 1997 12:21:59 -0500 Subject: USS CHESAPEAKE: Dance Dilemma
SD 90820.1600 MD 14.2000 Scene: Reception Hall (10-F) _______________________ Aelyria showed up at the reception at precisely 2000. She was punctual by habit, and had already been late for several events on the Chesapeake, and so made up for the tardiness with her prompt appearance this evening. Besides, this was business in recreation's clothing. This was the first time the delegates had really mingled, and Security intended to see to it that the mingling was on nothing but the most nonthreatening levels. Her eyes scanned the room and found the scattered members of her department one by one. *Good. They're spread out.* Cassandra Stewart caught her eye and gestured her over. "How's it going?" "Not too badly. You?" "Hey. Free food and drink. I can't complain." Aelyria grinned in spite of herself. Stewart was so completely Aussie to the core. It showed in her attitude, her speech, posture, everything. And she was very easy to be around. Cassandra handed her a glass and waved at the selection of beverages. "What'll it be?" "Hmmmm." Keyrin eyed the flasks. *Something mild; I want to keep my wits...* "That sparkling white looks nice." Stewart nodded. "Good choice." They sipped their drinks in silence for a moment, watching the interplay of people in the room. Ensign Martiljohni sauntered up, his patently wiseass smirk plastered on his face as usual. "'Evening, ladies." Aelyria nodded. "Good evening, Damien." He refilled his own glass of champagne and surveyed the room. People were starting to couple off to dance; the music was soft and classical. "Do you dance?" Aelyria wasn't looking at Damien; for a moment she thought he had addressed Cassandra. But the lack of response caused her to look over at her companions and she found them looking at her. "Me?" "Yes." "I do. Ballroom and Latin, actually... " A sparkle lit Damien's eye; Keyrin was too distracted watching the room to notice. "Really? However did you come by that?" "I spent my summers with my grandparents on Risa. They enrolled my sister and I in Cotillion whenever possible. They figured we wouldn't learn any social graces on 'that heathen Calyx' otherwise." Martiljohni sidled closer. "And are you any good?" "Of course," Aelyria almost snapped. She wouldn't have admitted to it if she wasn't. "My partner and I placed several times in competition." "Well, then, sir, would you care to dance?" Finally, Aelyria awarded Damien a straightforward look, and said, "No." "Aw, come on!" "I said no. I know better than to fraternize with fellow officers." Cassandra covered a grin. All of Security knew of Damien and Dana's little affair -- and of the CSO's reaction to it. Out of the corner of her eye, Cassandra caught Yoshida looking at the three of them. His face wore a mixture of distraction and intent concentration. *He's an odd duck if I ever saw one.* "Um, sir?" She leaned closer to Aelyria's ear. "I believe one of the delegates is looking our way. You'd best look happy." Aelyria was starting to become somewhat annoyed. *Why in hell do I always have to be _happy_ for these people?* "And the best way to look happy is to dance," Damien declared, and at that, was pulling the CSO out onto the floor. *I might just die. Just might. Or maybe Damien will, after I get him alone...oh, well. At least it will give me better cover to observe the room.* Aelyria had no choice. She couldn't refuse -- it would cause a scene, and the Chesapeake could not afford that at such a crucial diplomatic function as this. With a sigh and a practiced graceful smile (and eyes sparkling angrily behind it) she let her hands slide into Damien's as they glided into a waltz. Respectfully submitted, Lynnaea AelCaymarth ENS Aelyria Keyrin, CSO USS CHESAPEAKE rneces@mastnet.net NRPG: I posted! I posted! *G* Meeting with th'Tellan next.
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