Post by Captain_Quintus on Apr 4, 2016 6:12:42 GMT
Postby FSF Eris » Wed Sep 01, 2010 8:05 pm
"Is that your second?"
Julia Quintus looked down at the glass in her hand, to the bottle on her desk, to the executive officer who was standing half in, half out of her ready room.
"Are you keeping an eye on how much is in the bottle?" she asked innocently, arching an eyebrow.
"Yes." The blonde, human male grinned at her. "Did you think that I didn't?"
Julia put on her most indignant face. "How... but..."
"That's the second bottle you're finishing since you heard about this mission."
"It is n-- is it?" She glanced at the bottle again. "I guess it is."
Shaeffer sat down across from her picking up the nearly-empty bottle and looking at it for a moment. "That bad, huh?"
She pushed her chair back from her desk, sighing. "I guess, yes." She finished off the remainder of scotch, setting the glass down with an audible "clink".
"Want to talk about it?" he asked, leaning forward with a sympathetic expression that should have annoyed her far more than it did.
"What's there to talk about?" She pushed her chair out from her desk, walking over to the viewport that made up the large part of the wall. Gazing out at the Ambassador-class starship. "That blue-haired bastard stole my ship, my ship! And now he wants me to come on his mission! And he was nice about it! That blue-haired son of a bitch."
"Wait... you're angry because he was nice?"
"Yes!" Julia fumed for a moment in silence. "That son of a bitch," she muttered again. "How did I end up with this gods-forsaken assignment?"
Luke sighed. He had gotten so used to Julia being, well, a rational woman, and the re-entry of the Starship Aquarius into her life had sent her back into the bottle and into a rage that was worthy of one of the ancient heroes she was so fond of bringing up as models of good, soldierly behavior. "It's a reflection of Atlas' good work, not your bad luck, Captain."
She snorted inelegantly. "That's what I'd like to think. But I just know it's not true. But I'll go. Of course I'll go. I don't have a choice that doesn't make me look like a weak woman, do I? Of course not." Fussing with a ring she wore, she glanced sidelong out at Aquarius again, almost nervously.
"I hate this," she said. "I hate this whole, damned situation. I hate to see an unqualified fool with... with hair of jewel tones and liquid-silver eyes sitting in my chair, commanding my starship..." Julia looked up with the most hurt look Schaeffer had ever seen on her. "Do you know what the worst part of this is?" She shook her head slightly. "That damned Morian of theirs is doing a better job of it than I did."
"That's not true," he soothed. "You've done excellently on Atlas, and we're on the front lines right now." He frowned when she stayed silent. "Listen, Julie. I want you to make me a promise."
"What?"
"Don't drink while you're down there. You'll just hate yourself more for it if you do, when you come back up here after God knows how long you're going to be down there and you finally sober up."
She laughed aloud. "Do you actually think I'm spending time hiking without my flask? Hiking with Akena Le-Gran?"
"One bottle. That's it."
Julia scowled, and finally nodded. "One."
"Not one and a half. Not one and a flask. One."
"You're mean."
Luke smirked. "And you still like me more than Le-Gran."
"Well, that's a given."
"Is that your second?"
Julia Quintus looked down at the glass in her hand, to the bottle on her desk, to the executive officer who was standing half in, half out of her ready room.
"Are you keeping an eye on how much is in the bottle?" she asked innocently, arching an eyebrow.
"Yes." The blonde, human male grinned at her. "Did you think that I didn't?"
Julia put on her most indignant face. "How... but..."
"That's the second bottle you're finishing since you heard about this mission."
"It is n-- is it?" She glanced at the bottle again. "I guess it is."
Shaeffer sat down across from her picking up the nearly-empty bottle and looking at it for a moment. "That bad, huh?"
She pushed her chair back from her desk, sighing. "I guess, yes." She finished off the remainder of scotch, setting the glass down with an audible "clink".
"Want to talk about it?" he asked, leaning forward with a sympathetic expression that should have annoyed her far more than it did.
"What's there to talk about?" She pushed her chair out from her desk, walking over to the viewport that made up the large part of the wall. Gazing out at the Ambassador-class starship. "That blue-haired bastard stole my ship, my ship! And now he wants me to come on his mission! And he was nice about it! That blue-haired son of a bitch."
"Wait... you're angry because he was nice?"
"Yes!" Julia fumed for a moment in silence. "That son of a bitch," she muttered again. "How did I end up with this gods-forsaken assignment?"
Luke sighed. He had gotten so used to Julia being, well, a rational woman, and the re-entry of the Starship Aquarius into her life had sent her back into the bottle and into a rage that was worthy of one of the ancient heroes she was so fond of bringing up as models of good, soldierly behavior. "It's a reflection of Atlas' good work, not your bad luck, Captain."
She snorted inelegantly. "That's what I'd like to think. But I just know it's not true. But I'll go. Of course I'll go. I don't have a choice that doesn't make me look like a weak woman, do I? Of course not." Fussing with a ring she wore, she glanced sidelong out at Aquarius again, almost nervously.
"I hate this," she said. "I hate this whole, damned situation. I hate to see an unqualified fool with... with hair of jewel tones and liquid-silver eyes sitting in my chair, commanding my starship..." Julia looked up with the most hurt look Schaeffer had ever seen on her. "Do you know what the worst part of this is?" She shook her head slightly. "That damned Morian of theirs is doing a better job of it than I did."
"That's not true," he soothed. "You've done excellently on Atlas, and we're on the front lines right now." He frowned when she stayed silent. "Listen, Julie. I want you to make me a promise."
"What?"
"Don't drink while you're down there. You'll just hate yourself more for it if you do, when you come back up here after God knows how long you're going to be down there and you finally sober up."
She laughed aloud. "Do you actually think I'm spending time hiking without my flask? Hiking with Akena Le-Gran?"
"One bottle. That's it."
Julia scowled, and finally nodded. "One."
"Not one and a half. Not one and a flask. One."
"You're mean."
Luke smirked. "And you still like me more than Le-Gran."
"Well, that's a given."