Post by Timothy Rouse on Jan 23, 2015 13:27:30 GMT
A Downtime Drink
Holodeck 2, USS Portland
Sometime quiet...
Authors: Lt. Cmdr. Timothy Rouse & Lt. Parker Hudson
Eyeing
the black, red and white multicoloured dart board Parker's eye narrowed
in on the center grid lines. Narrowing his right eyebrow he held a
stance lining up properly with his right foot forward lending outward
extending his hand with the metal dart. Hudson and Rouse were playing a
game of 501 and almost were finished.
The distractions of the
sports bar in the background was easily muffled out in his head. The
sound of an old stereo system blasting some Bruice Springsteen. Somehow
the alcohol buzz on tap he was receiving was helping his visual acuity
with the sharp object. Biting his lower lip as he held his shoulder
stance keeping in line to the dart line of the floor.
Parker
following through to the board quick and sharp with his hand and wrist
as the dart flew hitting close toward the center ring. He shook his head
"Close but no cigar." He grunted.
"Your turn Timothy." Parker stood aside the path to the board and took a seat at the bar, raising his clear mug of brew at him.
Tim
pushed off from the bar he was leaning against, putting his beer away
and walked towards the dartboard to grab the three arrows. "It's Tim,
remember," he said. They were at this for a few times and unlike his
opponent his numbers were declining as the evening progressed, and the
empty beer glasses became more.
He took the first arrow in his
right hand, focussed on the board and threw. Double eight, he concluded
with a sight. "We're really getting somewhere here." he said annoyed. He
really didn't like to loose.
Parker was winding down as he was
readying in for the double finish. He was no more worse for eyes than
was Tim it had seemed. Watching as his Commander had taken his best
efforts despite both of their rusty lack of game play at Darts. "We did
better at the brook creek catching the Holodeck Salmon." He added.
Tim
chuckled at the recollection of the holodeck program they tried earlier
in the evening. "I learned to fish even before I learned to walk." He
said with a laugh. "My father is a wildlife tour. I grew up fishing,
rafting, mountain biking among things." Tim explained. He walked behind
the bar to the beertap. "You want a refill as well?" He asked as he
started cleaning a new glass.
He looked at his draft mug 1/3 full
as he then raised it to his mouth and finished off the rest of the
suds. Swallowing with a grunt and wiping his mouth setting down the mug
at the bar "Sounds good!" Parker sat up at the bar stool.
In time
they had both ended up winning the 501 Dart game in a draw. Both men
seemed 'ok' to the extent with their competitive egos intact.
"Where
did you exactly grow up?" Hudson was a mountain biking enthusiast as
well. "Do you navigate with hard tail cross country?" He was referring
to the mountain biking methods, hard tail the lack of a multi-shock. The
Commander was intriguing he was someone who had kept to his self yet he
had a myriad of personalities beneath it all.
"Prince Rupert. A
small town on the west coast of Canada." Tim siad after putting the
arrows down and taking a seat on a stool. At the mentioning of the terms
only people knew that were familiar with the sport he smiled. "No,
dual. You ride as well?"
Parker took a drink of his beer at the
pub table across from Tim. The amber crafting of the stained glass panes
kept most of the sunlight out. One of the cigar gentleman walked up to
their table and held out the humidor an open glass see through lid.
Having
had the tips of the cigars cut and offered to each other, Parker took
his and puffed lightly allowing the first few flames on the end to take
burning hold. And then easing out as he blew his slow exhail into the
air. He was relaxed when he had a cigar every now and then, nothing the
Doctor had known of course. "Prince Rupert. I have heard of it yes. It
is a small coastal fishing town in British Columbia North Coast." Parker
was excited. "Man, Tim there is some excellent trail riding there. The
B.C. Interior has downhill and XC. I have not tried, but that is some
serious trail."
Watching Commander Rouse study his Cigar and then
take a drink Parker had wanted to broach the subject over the 'console
incident'.
After being lost in thought for a moment he lit the
sigar and leant his head back as he was and saying it. At the mentioning
of his hometown's strong points he grinned. "I know right. Before I
went to work in space I spend most of my free time on those trails. I
know most of them by head. If we are ever near earth we should ride
together."
"That is a deal. I will hold you up to that Tim,
perhaps we can get in a bit of salmon fishing too. I have heard you talk
about that back home." Parker always enjoying a good outing away from
Engineering and the blasphemies of technology some times.
Tim
looked at Parker before he took another drink from his beer. He was glad
that he had arranged for real beer to be served in this program, and
felt the alcohol working. "Why don't you ask what you've been wanting to
ask all evening?" Tim said.
Parker smiled and then lifted his
glass of beer, which had now turned to a small whiskey glass with some
rocks in it. "Why did you have to destroy the Holographic Alenis'
program? It was working fine, there was other ways to deal with your...
Anger." He raised a brow. The one to one allowed Parker a chance to
fully appreciate the Commanders prior actions on the ship.
"How
would you like it if there exist a holographic sex hologram with your
image, your voice, your thoughts. That is exactly like you?" Tim asked.
"Or how would you like it if there exist a hologram like that of your
girlfriend, sister, friend?"
Feeling a bit sympathetic for Tim,
Parker slowly nodded. "Honest. I wouldn't know what to do myself." He
then set down the glass before looking at the time. Some of the alcohol
working its side effects through his blood. Parker standing up in his
own mind fine, but on the outside a bit woozy. "That was a fine game of
pool Tim, next time I won't be so easy on you." He grinned.
Holodeck 2, USS Portland
Sometime quiet...
Authors: Lt. Cmdr. Timothy Rouse & Lt. Parker Hudson
Eyeing
the black, red and white multicoloured dart board Parker's eye narrowed
in on the center grid lines. Narrowing his right eyebrow he held a
stance lining up properly with his right foot forward lending outward
extending his hand with the metal dart. Hudson and Rouse were playing a
game of 501 and almost were finished.
The distractions of the
sports bar in the background was easily muffled out in his head. The
sound of an old stereo system blasting some Bruice Springsteen. Somehow
the alcohol buzz on tap he was receiving was helping his visual acuity
with the sharp object. Biting his lower lip as he held his shoulder
stance keeping in line to the dart line of the floor.
Parker
following through to the board quick and sharp with his hand and wrist
as the dart flew hitting close toward the center ring. He shook his head
"Close but no cigar." He grunted.
"Your turn Timothy." Parker stood aside the path to the board and took a seat at the bar, raising his clear mug of brew at him.
Tim
pushed off from the bar he was leaning against, putting his beer away
and walked towards the dartboard to grab the three arrows. "It's Tim,
remember," he said. They were at this for a few times and unlike his
opponent his numbers were declining as the evening progressed, and the
empty beer glasses became more.
He took the first arrow in his
right hand, focussed on the board and threw. Double eight, he concluded
with a sight. "We're really getting somewhere here." he said annoyed. He
really didn't like to loose.
Parker was winding down as he was
readying in for the double finish. He was no more worse for eyes than
was Tim it had seemed. Watching as his Commander had taken his best
efforts despite both of their rusty lack of game play at Darts. "We did
better at the brook creek catching the Holodeck Salmon." He added.
Tim
chuckled at the recollection of the holodeck program they tried earlier
in the evening. "I learned to fish even before I learned to walk." He
said with a laugh. "My father is a wildlife tour. I grew up fishing,
rafting, mountain biking among things." Tim explained. He walked behind
the bar to the beertap. "You want a refill as well?" He asked as he
started cleaning a new glass.
He looked at his draft mug 1/3 full
as he then raised it to his mouth and finished off the rest of the
suds. Swallowing with a grunt and wiping his mouth setting down the mug
at the bar "Sounds good!" Parker sat up at the bar stool.
In time
they had both ended up winning the 501 Dart game in a draw. Both men
seemed 'ok' to the extent with their competitive egos intact.
"Where
did you exactly grow up?" Hudson was a mountain biking enthusiast as
well. "Do you navigate with hard tail cross country?" He was referring
to the mountain biking methods, hard tail the lack of a multi-shock. The
Commander was intriguing he was someone who had kept to his self yet he
had a myriad of personalities beneath it all.
"Prince Rupert. A
small town on the west coast of Canada." Tim siad after putting the
arrows down and taking a seat on a stool. At the mentioning of the terms
only people knew that were familiar with the sport he smiled. "No,
dual. You ride as well?"
Parker took a drink of his beer at the
pub table across from Tim. The amber crafting of the stained glass panes
kept most of the sunlight out. One of the cigar gentleman walked up to
their table and held out the humidor an open glass see through lid.
Having
had the tips of the cigars cut and offered to each other, Parker took
his and puffed lightly allowing the first few flames on the end to take
burning hold. And then easing out as he blew his slow exhail into the
air. He was relaxed when he had a cigar every now and then, nothing the
Doctor had known of course. "Prince Rupert. I have heard of it yes. It
is a small coastal fishing town in British Columbia North Coast." Parker
was excited. "Man, Tim there is some excellent trail riding there. The
B.C. Interior has downhill and XC. I have not tried, but that is some
serious trail."
Watching Commander Rouse study his Cigar and then
take a drink Parker had wanted to broach the subject over the 'console
incident'.
After being lost in thought for a moment he lit the
sigar and leant his head back as he was and saying it. At the mentioning
of his hometown's strong points he grinned. "I know right. Before I
went to work in space I spend most of my free time on those trails. I
know most of them by head. If we are ever near earth we should ride
together."
"That is a deal. I will hold you up to that Tim,
perhaps we can get in a bit of salmon fishing too. I have heard you talk
about that back home." Parker always enjoying a good outing away from
Engineering and the blasphemies of technology some times.
Tim
looked at Parker before he took another drink from his beer. He was glad
that he had arranged for real beer to be served in this program, and
felt the alcohol working. "Why don't you ask what you've been wanting to
ask all evening?" Tim said.
Parker smiled and then lifted his
glass of beer, which had now turned to a small whiskey glass with some
rocks in it. "Why did you have to destroy the Holographic Alenis'
program? It was working fine, there was other ways to deal with your...
Anger." He raised a brow. The one to one allowed Parker a chance to
fully appreciate the Commanders prior actions on the ship.
"How
would you like it if there exist a holographic sex hologram with your
image, your voice, your thoughts. That is exactly like you?" Tim asked.
"Or how would you like it if there exist a hologram like that of your
girlfriend, sister, friend?"
Feeling a bit sympathetic for Tim,
Parker slowly nodded. "Honest. I wouldn't know what to do myself." He
then set down the glass before looking at the time. Some of the alcohol
working its side effects through his blood. Parker standing up in his
own mind fine, but on the outside a bit woozy. "That was a fine game of
pool Tim, next time I won't be so easy on you." He grinned.
