Post by Brad Silverton on May 25, 2014 17:32:32 GMT
San Francisco, USA
7 days prior to "Not until Tuesday"
Authors: Brad Silverton
John Horton threw his head back in disbelief against the cushion of the back of the bar booth, “Brad, I still can't believe you took us to a martini bar instead of a real bar.”
A young man with a martini glass in hand answers, “And I can't believe you all lost a wager and have been trying to welch out on me in choosing where we spend our last night together before I transfer.”
Another of Brad's companions chimes in, “And I can't believe you know so much ancient Phoenician history.” Brad's best friend, Samuel Tethers shakes his head and knocks back the rest of his synthale.
Brad responds with a knowing smirk on his face, “Well it helps to grow up with archaeologist parents. Ooooh this place isn't so bad.” He looks around the pleasantly light room. A fair number of patrons were socializing and enjoying themselves lost in their own conversations.
“Plus I made sure they had beer for you guys so you wouldn't suffer.” Brad stands to go get another dirty vodka martini from the bar and then turns back to his friends while swirling his empty glass in the air. “You know it wouldn't hurt you guys to try one. Have a little class in your lives?” The boos and dismissive waves was all the answers he needed.
The night wanes on with the four members of Starfleet sharing drinks, stories, and memories of their time together aboard the U.S.S. Paul Revere, a forgettable frigate whose missions were quiet and forgettable too. The topic of conversation changes with Brad's three companions sharing why they joined Starfleet.
Having finished their tales they turn to Brad and wait for their friend to share. Brad isn't forthcoming and instead is staring out a window onto the street.
Sam prods his friend, “So Brad, why did you join up?”
“Oh Sam its not a very good story. Not one worth sharing at least.”
“Come on we all shared our past now its your turn.”
“No really I mean...”
“COME ON!”
“Alright alright.” Brad gives up and starts his story with a light sigh.
“Its a pretty common tale actually. Boy's parents are in Starfleet. Boy meets girl and wants a life that disappoints his father. Boy's parents are on an archeological dig on Groxia IV and let loose a virus that kills them and their research team and they die thinking their son will never amount to anything. Boy leaves girl and joins Starfleet Medical to one day find a cure for his parent's killer.”
The lighthearted laughter stops abruptly and an awkward silence sets in.
Feeling the need to say something Samuel starts, “Brad I'm sorry. I... wow that's a buzz kill.”
Brad looks into his glass and speaking to nobody in particular, responds with a whisper, “It always is.”
7 days prior to "Not until Tuesday"
Authors: Brad Silverton
John Horton threw his head back in disbelief against the cushion of the back of the bar booth, “Brad, I still can't believe you took us to a martini bar instead of a real bar.”
A young man with a martini glass in hand answers, “And I can't believe you all lost a wager and have been trying to welch out on me in choosing where we spend our last night together before I transfer.”
Another of Brad's companions chimes in, “And I can't believe you know so much ancient Phoenician history.” Brad's best friend, Samuel Tethers shakes his head and knocks back the rest of his synthale.
Brad responds with a knowing smirk on his face, “Well it helps to grow up with archaeologist parents. Ooooh this place isn't so bad.” He looks around the pleasantly light room. A fair number of patrons were socializing and enjoying themselves lost in their own conversations.
“Plus I made sure they had beer for you guys so you wouldn't suffer.” Brad stands to go get another dirty vodka martini from the bar and then turns back to his friends while swirling his empty glass in the air. “You know it wouldn't hurt you guys to try one. Have a little class in your lives?” The boos and dismissive waves was all the answers he needed.
The night wanes on with the four members of Starfleet sharing drinks, stories, and memories of their time together aboard the U.S.S. Paul Revere, a forgettable frigate whose missions were quiet and forgettable too. The topic of conversation changes with Brad's three companions sharing why they joined Starfleet.
Having finished their tales they turn to Brad and wait for their friend to share. Brad isn't forthcoming and instead is staring out a window onto the street.
Sam prods his friend, “So Brad, why did you join up?”
“Oh Sam its not a very good story. Not one worth sharing at least.”
“Come on we all shared our past now its your turn.”
“No really I mean...”
“COME ON!”
“Alright alright.” Brad gives up and starts his story with a light sigh.
“Its a pretty common tale actually. Boy's parents are in Starfleet. Boy meets girl and wants a life that disappoints his father. Boy's parents are on an archeological dig on Groxia IV and let loose a virus that kills them and their research team and they die thinking their son will never amount to anything. Boy leaves girl and joins Starfleet Medical to one day find a cure for his parent's killer.”
The lighthearted laughter stops abruptly and an awkward silence sets in.
Feeling the need to say something Samuel starts, “Brad I'm sorry. I... wow that's a buzz kill.”
Brad looks into his glass and speaking to nobody in particular, responds with a whisper, “It always is.”
