Get Together on the Dance Floor
Posted on Sun Mar 3rd, 2024 @ 3:24pm by Commander Lorut Vila & Lieutenant Commander Ukram Gocx & Lieutenant Rowena "Rena" Campbell & Commander Rylen Lyo & Lieutenant Commander Frasier Greene & Captain Scott Jones & Lieutenant Dovenice Nyx & Lieutenant S'Tera & Lieutenant Daisheliss "Lissa" Kerr & Lieutenant JG Aurora House of Kor & Xavier X-1 & Fleet Captain Maxwell Culver & Lieutenant Wara Tête & Ensign Aaron Soong & Petty Officer 3rd Class Brix Saad
4,041 words; about a 20 minute read
Mission:
Home Sweet Home
Location: The Euphoria Disco Bar
Timeline: MD1: After Guy’s and Ladies’ Night
Leaving the first place, Vila made her way to somewhere that the server said would be FARRRR more promising on the man front. A few of the others followed her. It was close, luckily, because she was already a little unsteady on her feet. Half a block away, she stumbled in. The noise was intense but sure enough, it was packed with people of all ages, and the party was already going. Excellent. This wasn't a place that had servers and such-just two people behind a bar, and a security guard watching over the crowd.
She sidled up to the bar, and ordered a soda. She wouldn't drink more yet until she figured out if this is where she was going to stay, OR if she was going to go back to the Intrepid and see what kind of trouble she could find there.
"Maybe we should get some water or food in you too. I'm all for a good time, but I watched you walk here, and I don't want you falling on your face," Lissa suggested.
Vila made a face. "I ate a bit," she said. "Over at the Folie," she said. "Just the water, please," she said. She sighed.
"So what are you looking for tonight?" Lissa asked as she turned to face the crowd.
"Trouble," Vila answered immediately. "The kind attached to a masculine form," she said. She sipped the water and looked around. "Anything look interesting yet?" She asked
With slight hesitation, Nyx left the group to return to the Intrepid. She remained sober throughout the evening. Always suspicious of her drink anytime she left it unattended, she hadn't had much to drink at all and felt dehydrated as the transporter beam took her away from the party. Nyx reminded herself that adults were free to make their own decisions, poor or wise, drunk or sober - and she did not need to supervise the others. However, the upgrade that the Captain wanted her to work on would not be done by space fairies...
Aurora'd been having fun at the first bar...but not wanting to loose sight of her crewmates, she'd grabbed her cape and boots, scampered after Commander Vila, wondering why the Commander left...but she was fine with that, and she entered the bar...right as a Trill walked right in front of her, knocking the pair to the ground!
"What the what!? Are you ok..." Aurora's jaw dropped. The man getting to his feet in front of her was HOT!
"I am unharmed, Lieutenant..." The Trill asked, offering his arm to help me up.
"Aurora of the House of Kor, Mister..." Aurora smiled and took his offered arm.
"Comec, Bralis Comec," Bralis said, a small smile twitching the corners of his mouth.
"Nnice to bump into...er...trip over...er..." Aurora blushed, quickly dusting herself off to regain her composer, and removed her cloak, handing it to the doorman who asked if the pair were alright.
"Thank you, we're alright. Would you like a drink, Lieutenant?" Bralis asked, offering his arm.
"Aurora, please, and yes, I'd love a drink," Aurora squeaked, aheming herself as she took Bralis's arm and let him lead her to the bar.
"Kerr, Commander Vila! This is Bralis Comec," Aurora introduced.
Vila turned around. She smiled. "Nice to meet you," she said. "Lieutenant, please be careful," she added, a bit of humor in her voice. How did this young woman find a date and she was alone?! The Prophets really did hate her.
"I will, Ma'am! Um...would you like to dance?" Aurora asked nervously sipping a Momerca.
"I'd be honored," Bralis's smile sent goose bumps racing across Aurora's skin as Bralis slipped his arm around her waist and lead her to the dance floor. Aurora eeped quietly as she was swung around the dance floor, somehow compensating for her clumsiness as if he could read her moves before she made them.
"Um...are you joined?" Aurora asked curiously as they danced.
"Yes, but I've only been joined for a few months, so I'm still getting used to it," Bralis answered as they barely missed another couple.
Aurora felt herself starting to get the feel of Bralis's way of dancing; not stepping on his toes, not bumping into him...just having fun!
"I see your dancing's improving," Bralis comment softly, pulling Aurora a little closer. Aurora gulped.
"Yyeha! Er...yeah...I've got a good teacher. [Shoot, Aurora! You're half Klingong for Kahless's sake! Act like it!]" Aurora chided herself.
"You know...if you're up for it...I wouldn't mind going somewhere more secluded," Bralis whispered in Aurora's ear, sending minni jellyfish stings across Aurora's skin.
"[Eeee!] Uum...yyou ssure?" Aurora again mentally smacked herself! Bralis laughed softly.
"I wouldn't ask if i didn't like you, trust me," Bralis pulled Aurora closer, brushing strands of hair away from her face. Aurora shivered, unable to speak. so she merely nodded.
"Your place or mine?" Bralis asked, his eyes twinkling playfully.
"Um...yyour place? I'm not quite ready to go back to recycled air just yet," Aurora blushed, not feeling Klingon at all in that moment! Bralis smiled again, and the two headed out of the bar into the night.
Aaron looked out from the place where the women were having their night out. Barely just arrived, Aaron could tell that this vibe, with all the testosterone on show, was not his or, historically, Xavier’s taste. He grabbed Xavier’s hand and shouted, “Let’s go!” while pointing to the dance club that the ladies disappeared into.
Xavier smiled when Aaron took his hand and allowed himself to be pulled along.
Having yet to meet most of the crew, Scott did what he usually did in a place like this, hammer a few shots, unbutton his shirt till there was a mere suggestion that it was closed, and hit the dance floor. Whatever the night had in store for him from this point on was up to the universe and he was happy for it. He didn't want to be the third or fourth wheel to people's friendship groups on his first event with them, he would go be his own wheel.
"Woah!" a familiar voice called out having physically collided with Scott and showered him with beer. "I'm so sorry - wait Scott?" Frasier squinted in the flashing light half distracted by the new officer's outfit that was half undone exposing his chest. "You having fun?" he asked loudly.
Looking down at his now beer-stained self and then back to a handsome and friendly face, Scott smiled, the shots starting to take their hold on him, "The kind of blowout I have been needing for a while my dear Doctor," he placed a hand on his shoulder, "How about you? Joining those of us on the dance floor who want to let loose?"
"Must admit I've not done this for an age," Frasier replied honestly. He was a few drinks in and having fun with the pulsating music and strange environment. "Though," he looked around the busy dance floor barely noting the weighted hand on his shoulder. "I was supposed to look after Gocx but somehow I've lost him in here."
"If you haven't done it for a while, then it's a must you join in," Scott grinned, as he grabbed his hand in an attempt to pull him further into the dance floor. "As for your medical officer, he is a big tall strapping Klingon, I am sure you have nothing to worry about," Scott put on a sympathetic smile to try and quell any worries he had. If it had indeed been a while since Frasier had let loose, he was going to do his best to make sure he would enjoy himself.
In the bright lights and pounding music some of Scott's words were lost into the night, his body language and tug on Frasier's hand however were impossible to misunderstand. In his buoyant, drink-filled mood the Doctor felt a new wave of confidence growing and decided why not. Stashing his remaining drink to one side he allowed Scott to pull him deeper into the throng of dancers.
Feeling no resistance, Scott would pull Fraiser gently to the middle of the dance floor and show him why his friends would describe his dancing as 'playfully enthusiastic' or others would call him a stripper without the pole'.
The Doctor arched an eyebrow at Scott's exotic style as he moved around the floor making his moves look like the classic 'dad' dancing - slow and awkward.
Aaron stopped just before running into the pair of dancers. To be honest, Scott was a slutty dancer and the doctor looked uncomfortable and like he didn’t belong. Aaron took a sip of his drink before placing it on the same table with Scott and Frasier’s.
“Do you mind if we join you?” Aaron shouted to be heard over the crowd, bass enhancer and music. It truly seemed like the loudest party of the dance club.
Aaron, not the answer mattered, stepped up to the fighter pilot, letting his eyes linger on the man’s well-built figure. At nearly two meters, Aaron wasn’t as beefy, but he wasn’t a slouch. “See anything you like?” Aaron asked Scott before also turning to Doctor Greene, “How about you, Doctor?”
Unable to hear Frasier cupped his ear and paused his dancing: "What? I can't hear you!" he shouted even though they were standing rather close to one another.
Scott reached for his drink, which at this point of the night should be getting replaced with the occasional water, "You are going to have to say that again," he half shouted over the music pointing to his ear. "Have we met properly yet?" he continued to half shout at the man who looked far too young to be joining them in the club, "Are you part of the crew or are you lost?" he quizzed, looking a little puzzled, which likely only looked amplified with some alcohol intake.
"Oh he's one of ours," Frasier replied loudly. "Ensign Aaron Soong, meet Lieutenant Scott Jones."
Aaron took his own drink off the table in an act so fluid, it was barely noticeable. “Considering that I’m only six years old, yeah, I guess I am too young. Aaron Soong, first truly synthetic human in the Beta Quadrant.”
"This", Aaron twirled Xavier, “This is Xavier X1. An android trying to make it home…somewhere here in the Beta Quadrant. See anything you like?” Aaron winked at Scott.
Though feeling fuzzy from the drink a sense of realism descended upon Frasier - he'd inadvertently found himself in a steamy sausage sandwich. Certainly not a situation he'd been expecting to find himself in or was looking for when the evening started. Maybe he should declined Gocx's offer and returned back to the ship. Was it too late to duck out now especially before they figured out Frasier wasn't interested in whatever came next he thought, his grey eyes glancing between the men.
Turning to Aaron, Scott gave a wry and mischievous smile, "Having only just joined the crew, it is far too early to be giving that kind of information away, got to work for it." He did however glance back over at Fraiser, allowing his face to relax in a much more pleasant smile.
"Humans have the most fascinating smiles, one might even say they were sexy if they were so inclined, "Xavier said.
“For all intents and purposes, I am HUMAN!” Aaron shouted, a wild smile on his face and intense happiness in his eyes.
Watching the exchange Frasier stepped closer and interrupted: "Gentlemen," he began loud enough for the three of them to hear. "I'm going to call it quits. Enjoy the rest of your night."
"Have a good night", Xavier called after him. "Would either of you like to get some fresh air?"
Aaron stopped mid-dance. “I was thinking the three of us might get some air together?” he suggested.
"Sure," Scott half-smiled now that his original dance partner had headed home, "I could use some water as well and possibly start winding things down for the night."
Rena and S'tera lazily strolled from the restaurant to the club. They were looking forward to some fun on shore leave. S'tera had even packed a duffle with some spare clothing in it. "So here we are, honey! So shall we get settled in tonight and do some canoeing first thing tomorrow?"
Rena nodded!! "Yes. Let's go have one more drink and then go back to the ship. We can get some sleep....or whatever, and then tomorrow, we can go do that and have some fun!" She said. Neither woman drank too much, so one more drink each would be fine. Plus, Rena had some plans for her girlfriend that night, if she were game for it. Just a bit of private time, since they didn't get much. Though now that Brix had figured out her job better, Rena's attention to Max had calmed down, thankfully.
"Ok, one more drink it is! What do you want?"
Rena smiled. "You," she said, playfully. "But to drink? Maybe one more wine. We can have some tea when we get back," she said, entering the loud disco bar. She steeled her mind it was almost INSTANTLY overwhelming. After a moment, she gained her composure and smiled. "Let's go have some fun!" She said.
"Ohh, baby! I love it when you talk like that! Ok, I'll have a Hurricane." She liked fruity drinks. Maybe she had a sweet tooth. Ahh, who was she kidding? Of course, she had a sweet tooth! And she loved it.
Rena smiled. "Ok, I'll be right back!!" She headed for the bar and returned a few minutes later with a glass of white wine for herself, and a Hurricane for S'tera. Her black-irised eyes scanned the crowd, keeping an eye on everyone. She did her best to block out others' emotions but trained in on Lorut specifically. She was going to fix that woman if it killed her. The Bajoran seemed keen on trouble today, and Rena let out a sigh.
Brix nearly had to drag her new friend Wara over to the nightclub. “Come on! I heard the captain isn’t even in there! Besides, have you seen some of the locals?”
“All too bland in color for me,” Wara joked, considering that she and Brix were bright green and blue. Though they would look great in the glaring color of the dance floor.
Wara stopped resisting, sending Brix tumbling over a bush and right into Rena and S’tera. “Oh! Excuse me!” Brix said as she gathered her wits. “My companion is a bit stronger than she looks.”
After a moment, Brix realized she had bumped into the counselor and science chief. “Were you guys going to the club too?” she asked.
Rena laughed. "For just one more," she said. "We only had one wine each at the other place, and I just want to make sure that Lorut is okay. I worry about her. I know she's kind of....well. But anyway, I don't want her to be hurt or worse..." Rena shrugged. She couldn't help but care about people it was her job. Plus, the XO's mind was constantly full of pain and Rena sometimes tried to change her vibes.
"Truthfully, I get a bit overwhelmed, so we won't stay long. You both are welcome to return to the ship when we go," she said. "Nyx already left," Rena said. People forgot that Rena was psychic and saw things that others didn't. Still, she kept almost all of it to herself.
“A crush of bodies on the dance floor doesn’t appeal to everyone,” Wara agreed, taking some of the peer pressure from Rena. “Honestly, I’m not drunk. Aside from the taste, Bolians haven’t found proof capable of making up drunk outside of Bolarus nine. The drinks lack a certain acidity. I’d be happy to watch over Commander Lorut if you want to head…wherever it is you’re staying tonight,” Wara offered.
Rena nodded. "That would be nice," she said. "Just call me if anything goes wrong. I have a plan B in case she does something stupider than I expect," Rena said. She sighed but turned to S'Tera. "Since Lorut has a babysitter, do you want to stay?" She asked her Caitian.
S'tera shook her head. "Nah. Let's go get some private time! " although Lorut doing something stupider than expected was almost a guarantee. Still, not their problem. Not tonight! Tonight it was just them! her and her beloved Rena
Rena nodded and tossed her glass into a recycler nearby. "Ok, let's go," she said, making her way out the door and to the nearby transport center. "Yours, or mine?" She asked S'Tera as she asked for two to beam back to the Intrepid.
"Yours tonight hon!' S'Tera replied. Either would be fine but tonight she felt like maybe Rena's palace would be the best!
A bit later, both women were back in Rena's quarters, ready for their own private date.
She pulled Rena to eh and kissed her. 'So where do we go from here?"
“I can do that, Counselor Rena,” Wara answered. In her culture, leaving out her title would be considered rude, even though this was a casual gathering. Turning back to Brix, Wara grabbed her wrist and dragged her by it. “Let us go. We have a lot of dancing to do. That cute boy from the helm is inside.
Brix blushed a dark green, but neither the counselor nor the lieutenant noticed Wara’s words. She let herself be pulled into the disco.
Incessant chirping from his communicator badge stopped Rylen Lyo just before entering the nightclub. He had chosen to ignore the noise for several minutes, but it had become a minor annoyance so he decided to answer the hail; the Intrepid communications officer said it was an urgent personal communique from home. Silently, the Ops chief stepped to the side and withdrew a PADD from his pocket…a convenient means of reading the message.
As he parsed the message, Lyo felt his empathic senses becoming active; this lapse in his normally ironclad control caused his barriers to come tumbling down, projecting wave after wave of sadness and grief outward. Quietly, quickly he contacted the ship and requested an immediate beam out. Rylen Lyo disappeared behind a shimmering curtain of blue-white light.
Back at the bar, Vila was eyeballing a group of men. Gocx was there, at the opposite end of the bar, as well. Hmm. Make a play for her junior or one of these others? Well, there was still plenty of time to decide. She turned to the bartender again. "Another water, please." A bit later, she was less tipsy, and made her way to the gaggle of men, stopping on the way to ensure her makeup wasn't smeared. She was fine. She skirted past, as if heading to the women's restroom, but winked at the cutest one. "Follow me, cutie, if you know what's good for you," she said, her voice dripping with the promise of something she may or may not deliver.
Ukram was already in the back of the bar, trying his luck with a group of ladies. They all appeared humanoid, but he didn't care. He was making good progress with a pretty brunette, though her friends seemed more interested in the other men. He smiled. "Ladies, go find yourself a man or two. The geeky one is my boss, Dr. Greene. A real Starfleet doctor," he said. The ladies disappeared, except one, the brunette. From the corner of his eye, he could see Vila flirting with a younger man, and he looked once to ensure she was ok. She seemed to be handling herself, so he did not intercede. He turned back to the woman. "So...Ceola. Another drink? A dance?" He said. She smiled. Let's dance a bit, and then maybe...you can show me your bat'leth collection," she said, playfully. He laughed but pulled her gently along to the dance floor.
Vila's target had finally taken the hint and followed her down the dark hallway. When they were out of view of the others, she stopped so he could catch up to her. She pushed him against the wall and pressed her body and lips against him. "Have you ever seen the inside of a Starfleet ship?" she asked. "Come back with me," she said.
She was very forward when she had a goal in mind, and her goal tonight was this anonymous man. "Lorut," she said, by way of introduction as she raised her hand and spoke into her subdermal transmitter. "Two to beam back to the Intrepid," she said, taking the man's hand. "Be quiet, please." A moment later, they disappeared and reappeared in the transporter room. She shot a look at the young Petty Officer manning the transporter that day. "You say a word to anyone and you'll be scrubbing hulls until I get sick of it," she tossed behind her. She pulled the man along to a turbolift, and soon, to her quarters.
“Ah…scrit! I was supposed to be watching Commander Lorut. Who can blame a girl and her bladder? Especially Bolian women.”
Brix thought better than to ask. “Oh,” she answered hazily. “She just transported to the ship, at least that’s if my eyes aren’t lying,” Brix responded. “Also, I think I’ve probably gotten myself a little too drunk.”
“Yeah, well, consider mission one complete,” Wara told her happily, almost brimming with pride.
“What’s mission one? Are we on a mission?” Brix slurred her words. She could hear them and giggled a little.
”No, Brix, I’ve made you forget about your job for one night. You haven’t thought about our very needy captain in hours. Now, I think it’s time we got ourselves home. I’ll see you to bed if you like,” Wara offered.
Standing and making it about three steps before she bumped into an Arcadian. “I’m so sorry,” Brix said, seeing she had caused a spill. “Put it on my tab. Starship Intrepid, the only green girl on board.”
Wara was ready for a good bar fight, but the Arcadian grumbled about seeing to it later. Somehow, she knew the Arcadian’s tabs would be paid.
Helping Brix out into the fresh air, a very cool night had descended upon them and both gave a shiver. “Intrepid, two for transport. Energize!”
The women were gone and a swirl of light and particles were all that remained to remind the world they had been there.
Gocx was leading his new "friend" to the dance floor-he figured he'd have a dance, then woo her back to the Ship and have a little fun. As they approached the dance floor, he smiled at Fraiser. "Looks like some of us have found some fun. Ceola's friends are nice," he said, then started to twirl the woman around, away from the boring old doctor.
A bit later, he had had his fill of dancing and shots, and Ceola was pressed against him, and he was...aroused. Quickly, they made their way out of the bar, and to the transport area, where he beamed them back to the ship. In the morning, he'd figure out how to get her home. In the meantime, he'd show her a couple of specific bat'leths.
Off:
Capt Max Culver
Commanding Officer
USS Intrepid
Cdr Lorut Vila
Executive Officer
USS Intrepid
Cdr Rylen Lyo
Chief Operations Officer/2XO
USS Intrepid
Lieutenant JG Aurora House of Kor
Cetacean Operations Chief Officer
USS Intrepid
LCdr Ukram, House of Gocx
Asst. Chief Medical Officer
USS Intrepid
Lt Rena Campbell
Asst. Counselor
USS Intrepid
Lieutenant Scott Jones
Group Commander
USS Intrepid
Lieutenant Dovenice Nyx
Chief Engineer
USS Intrepid
Lieutenant Commander Frasier Greene
Chief Medical Officer
USS Intrepid
Lieutenant Lissa Kerr
Chief Intel Officer
USS Intrepid
Everyone else!
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