To Wet Your Whistle
From my Vulcan Language and Comportment RP comes word of a new beverage:
"Allow me to prepare you something similar. One of my own inventions." T'Nis rises and slinks over to the replicator. Her movements combine the characteristic Vulcan grace with a hint of sex appeal.
"Skye, would you be so kind as to get the masu t'Rihansu from the other room?"
T'Nis returns in a moment with a set of tall glasses on a tray. The ice cubes floating in a reddish-brown liquid chime softly. When Skye comes back she is carrying a flask of bright blue Romulan ale. The bottle goes to T'Nis, who liberally doses each glass of tea, turning both a dark brown.
She passes a tumbler to Adela and sits back, taking a sip of her own. Her lips come away glossy and she smirks with them. "I call this a Reunification. Consumed in sufficient quantities, it might even be enough bring about such a political arrangement. But come, let's have some company."
"Allow me to prepare you something similar. One of my own inventions." T'Nis rises and slinks over to the replicator. Her movements combine the characteristic Vulcan grace with a hint of sex appeal.
"Skye, would you be so kind as to get the masu t'Rihansu from the other room?"
T'Nis returns in a moment with a set of tall glasses on a tray. The ice cubes floating in a reddish-brown liquid chime softly. When Skye comes back she is carrying a flask of bright blue Romulan ale. The bottle goes to T'Nis, who liberally doses each glass of tea, turning both a dark brown.
She passes a tumbler to Adela and sits back, taking a sip of her own. Her lips come away glossy and she smirks with them. "I call this a Reunification. Consumed in sufficient quantities, it might even be enough bring about such a political arrangement. But come, let's have some company."