Lounge

[Commander T'Lar]

LtJr T'Lar walked into the lounge, took a slow look around before she walked over to the bar. She sat down on the bar stool as she ordered her a drink.

LtJr T'Lar Vulcan spice.

The bartender looked to her and nodded at her before turned to go get the drink. A minute passed and the bartender came back with the drink. T'Lar tookd the drink as the bartender handed to her. Gave a thankful nod and then drank some of her drink. She placed the glass back onto the bar as she turned to see a few Starfleet Marines.

LtJr T'Lar Greetings. Your day going well, assume?

T'Lar waited a response from them.

[Major Sandra Iverson]

Sandra looked at the Vulcan, and smiled. She sat back holding her mug of beer.

"Depends on what makes a good day. For me, I would have to say nope."

"2nd Lt. Sandra Iverson, 101st Marine Pathfinders. Communications specialist. And you are?"

[Commander T'Lar]

T'Lar gave a short nod.

LtJr T'Lar: I'm LtJr T'Lar, Helm's Officer on USS Aryes.

T'Lar then took a real, short gulp from her drink and then looked back at Sandra.

LtJr T'Lar: During the course of the day, there has to be some kind of good that had came out of it. Has it not?

[Major Sandra Iverson]

She listens to T'lar and shakes her head.

"There are days when nothing goes good, or if it did one person can ruin it. Then its all sour."

[Commander T'Lar]

T'Lar gave a short nod before she took another sip of her drink and then placed the glass back down on the bar.

LtJr T'Lar What had transpired that made your day gone bad?

She listened.

[jameswhite]

::He enters the Lounge, and gets the Bar Tender to give him a a Glass of Whisky. the bar tender gives it to him and he sits there sipping it staring into nowhere::

[Major Sandra Iverson]

T'Lar it has to do with the Marines and my company. A certain officer, I will find a way to first get over my feelings and then to find a way of dealing with the problem. I thank you for your concern.

Hey, White what's up? Long time I haven't seen you. Pvt Jim White this is Lt T'Lar.

[Commander T'Lar]

T'Lar gave a nod to her as she placed her hands behind her back.

"It is no problem at all."

She looked over at Private White and gave a nod towards him.

"Greetings."

[quinntess]

Sitting alone waiting for her sister Tess looks out the viewport wondering what her post and rank will be when she gets to the Terrescet and meets Admr. Harstin and the other crew members.

[wolfgar]

::walks in the lounge in his uniform looking alittle nervous,cause its his first day on the job.he walks up to the bar and asks the bartender::

may i have a glass of prune juice please

::he turns around with his back against the bar just looking around at his fellow officers::

[quinntess]

Tess walks up to the bar and taps the person on the shoulder. Wolfgar is that you?

[wolfgar]

::turns around to see who taps him on the shoulder,when he turns around his mouth dropped and drops his glass of prune juice::

HOLY CRAP! tess?? you look great

[quinntess]

It is you! How are you my friend want to get a bite to eat and talk about old times? I thought i heard you ask for that rotten old prune juice not to make fun of you or anything that's not one of my favorite drinks that stuff is nasty

[wolfgar]

::laughs::well if a certain klingon can drink it ,it cant be that bad of a drink::gets some napkins and cleans his mess::

well i dont know whats good to eat but ill let you order for me,and yes lets talk about old times

[quinntess]

Well Wolfgar this nothing really here that I like. Let's just talk I was waiting for my sister but i do think she is busy