Meanwhile, at the party...
"So, um, if you'll excuse me," AJ said, after processing the blank stare she received from Grace's crew.
She spotted someone at the bar whom she recognized. She waved, and wandered over.
"Jackie-boy, oh my god! You over from Monitor?"
For a time, she stood at the bar, engrossed in conversation with the muscular and clean-cut looking man, who was just as casually dressed. Perhaps a little too casually: Hawaiian shirt over a white t-shirt, cargos.
"...So then what happened?"
"It was totally a code brown. Gross. Ensign Smith had lost it. Combination of chili fries and first time he'd seen that much blood. He was leaving brown bootprints. Jackson was de-faced. Literally. Face and half his scalp, his entire jaw. Big hole where lower half of his face was. He was breathing through it. John -"
"John?"
"Rookie medic I was training. John puked."
Man: "What about Jackson? You pronounce him?"
"Nope. That big hole? We stuck the tube right in it."
AJ took a swig off her drink, and popped a devilled egg in her mouth.
The bartender leaned over. "Look... um... would you mind... um, no medic talk around the bar?"
AJ led the man away.
"What's his problem?" she asked.
The man shrugged.
"Oh look! Looks like Ian got my word-up!" AJ said. She waved excitedly. "Hey guys!!"
"Yep, it's not really a party till the Paeons crash it," "Jackie-boy" said, laughing.
"You know about the Paeons?"
"The whole squadron knows about 'em."
"Ian" - he held a large instrument case, and was with a group of people wearing black t-shirts with blue Celtic knotwork and lettering, saying "The Ancient Paeons" - waved back.
AJ and the man she was talking to, continued to be engrossed in conversation for a while. There were a lot of acronyms and a lot of descriptions of blood and guts; the man launched into a story about saving someone who'd been disembowled by a Jem-hadar.
AJ looked distracted for a moment.
"Oh, no," she muttered.
"What?" Jackie-boy replied.
AJ was staring at the tall, gawky figure of Edward Michaels. Eddie was wearing a pale blue tuxedo with a ruffled shirt.
AJ shook her head.
"Who's that?"
"Lawrqn... Larqwin... um, we call him Eddie."
"He from somewhere else?"
"Yeah, you can say that. Hell of a nurse though."
She shook her head. "I'd better be prepared for trouble."
Eddie sauntered up to Spiegel. Stood behind him for a moment, then gave him a push on the shoulder.
"HEY, I WAS TALKIN' TO YOU, DORKUS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!" he said. Several people turned and stared.
She spotted someone at the bar whom she recognized. She waved, and wandered over.
"Jackie-boy, oh my god! You over from Monitor?"
For a time, she stood at the bar, engrossed in conversation with the muscular and clean-cut looking man, who was just as casually dressed. Perhaps a little too casually: Hawaiian shirt over a white t-shirt, cargos.
"...So then what happened?"
"It was totally a code brown. Gross. Ensign Smith had lost it. Combination of chili fries and first time he'd seen that much blood. He was leaving brown bootprints. Jackson was de-faced. Literally. Face and half his scalp, his entire jaw. Big hole where lower half of his face was. He was breathing through it. John -"
"John?"
"Rookie medic I was training. John puked."
Man: "What about Jackson? You pronounce him?"
"Nope. That big hole? We stuck the tube right in it."
AJ took a swig off her drink, and popped a devilled egg in her mouth.
The bartender leaned over. "Look... um... would you mind... um, no medic talk around the bar?"
AJ led the man away.
"What's his problem?" she asked.
The man shrugged.
"Oh look! Looks like Ian got my word-up!" AJ said. She waved excitedly. "Hey guys!!"
"Yep, it's not really a party till the Paeons crash it," "Jackie-boy" said, laughing.
"You know about the Paeons?"
"The whole squadron knows about 'em."
"Ian" - he held a large instrument case, and was with a group of people wearing black t-shirts with blue Celtic knotwork and lettering, saying "The Ancient Paeons" - waved back.
AJ and the man she was talking to, continued to be engrossed in conversation for a while. There were a lot of acronyms and a lot of descriptions of blood and guts; the man launched into a story about saving someone who'd been disembowled by a Jem-hadar.
AJ looked distracted for a moment.
"Oh, no," she muttered.
"What?" Jackie-boy replied.
AJ was staring at the tall, gawky figure of Edward Michaels. Eddie was wearing a pale blue tuxedo with a ruffled shirt.
AJ shook her head.
"Who's that?"
"Lawrqn... Larqwin... um, we call him Eddie."
"He from somewhere else?"
"Yeah, you can say that. Hell of a nurse though."
She shook her head. "I'd better be prepared for trouble."
Eddie sauntered up to Spiegel. Stood behind him for a moment, then gave him a push on the shoulder.
"HEY, I WAS TALKIN' TO YOU, DORKUS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!" he said. Several people turned and stared.