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Your oh so lovely Captain has reserved an entire bar for our use for our final night on Risa! You can get the position of it from the attached file. Nice little place, tucked up on the beach and right up against the waterline, full bar with everything you can imagine! I'll be seeing you all around sunset!


[OOC: This thread can run as long as we need it too, far past the 'end' of Risa Saturday night. Feel free to post anywhere, there's no order, who gives a damn about how the thread looks, just HAVE FUN!]

Date: 2009-08-24 03:03 pm (UTC)
nawigator: (Flirty face)
From: [personal profile] nawigator
Pasha pressed a quick kiss to Meira's lips before pulling away to take in her interesting. The girl looked from each woman and titled her head. This was omnious. Passing Nova her drink she commented "You had better drink up then."

Date: 2009-08-24 10:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ensgn-spottacus.livejournal.com
Meira grinned wider. "Don't think you're getting out of it either," she responded, lifting one of the bags. She gave Pasha a one-armed hug, and stifled a giggle when she saw that some of the glitter from her hair had rubbed off onto Pasha's cheek.

"Hope you like heeled boots."

Date: 2009-08-24 11:27 pm (UTC)
nawigator: (Ol' blue eyes)
From: [personal profile] nawigator
"Heels where inwented by someone who hated feet and females." Pasha stated bluntly.

The young woman questioned "Could I use inebriation as an excuse not to do what ewer you are plotting?"

Date: 2009-08-24 11:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ensgn-spottacus.livejournal.com
Meira giggled. "Of course not."

She shifted the bags so that they were in one hand and gestured to the bar. "They have screwdrivers here, right?"

Date: 2009-08-25 03:18 am (UTC)
nawigator: (I see right through your facade)
From: [personal profile] nawigator
Pasha smiled and shook her head. Why spoil perfectly good Vodka by diluting it?. Personally, she blamed Holovids, turning the youth of today into Vodka spoiling zombies.

"Unfortunately" She replied.

Date: 2009-08-25 05:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ensgn-spottacus.livejournal.com
[[OOC: "turning the youth of today into Vodka spoiling zombies." ILU SO HARD.]]

Meira raised an eyebrow at her reply. "Well, let's go. You're doing this, drunk or not, and trust me, you'd rather do it drunk. Unless you're not a buzzkill like Nova," she said, winking at Nova.

Date: 2009-08-26 01:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] esgn-hannity.livejournal.com
((OOC: I laughed for days at that. ILU guys!))


"I'll give you a buzz kill." She stuck her tongue out at her and laughed. "Alright, but only because I've never worn leather."

The bar tender returned with drinks and she shrugged and sipped some more. "La Vie Boheme, cheers!"

Date: 2009-08-26 02:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ensgn-spottacus.livejournal.com
"Yes!" Meira exclaimed as she pumped her fist in the air. She handed the bag with Nova's outfit to her happily. "And yes, we're singing that. And if I can get you drunk enough, dancing too."

She turned to Pasha and handed her the other bag. "Enjoy!"

Date: 2009-08-26 03:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] esgn-hannity.livejournal.com
She smiled and pulled through the bag. "How did I know you would make me Maureen?" If The Little Mermaid was Nova's favorite relic from the twenty-first century, RENT was Meira's. They used to watch it together at the academy on rare nights they didn't have either studies or parties to occupy them. She remembered them fondly and pulled Meira into a rough kiss.

"You are just devious enough for me, you know that? And I might be just drunk enough to dance."

Date: 2009-08-26 03:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ensgn-spottacus.livejournal.com
"Good, cause drunk or not you are," Meira replied. "Besides, I want to see you in leather."

"Guess who I made Pasha?"

Date: 2009-08-26 04:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] esgn-hannity.livejournal.com
"I knew there was an ulterior motive here." She pulled the leather pants out of the bad and held them up, examining them. "Holy crap, how am I meant to squeeze into THESE?!" They looked about 4 sizes smaller than anything she'd ever owned.

"Angel, easy one. I'm betting you've cast the whole movie with people we know too, haven't you?" She smiled, they would have to watch the vid again when they got back on the Enterprise. Only this time there would be more kissing and less pushing each other off the bed. Or at least not on purpose.

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