Fashionably Late
" I'm Diziara, this is Noelle," she introduced. "We're headed to a party that's apparently intended as a surprise celebration for my promotion," Diziara tossed a forced grin towards Noelle as she explained that part. "Would you like to join us?"
"Um... Sure" the Andorian woman replied. "I'm Imaru Asheven by the way, just came aboard to join the ( Read more... )
Diziara grinned as her new blue friend jumped head first into the party, and downed her own drink in like manner, only to find herself suddenly herself distracted by a new point of chaos in the room. A dark haired woman, short in stature but not in presence, was chatting with AJ. The look on AJ's face told of someone who wasn't a medic who could easily keep up in the squicking the mundanes game without being one of the sickbay bunch. As Diziara found herself surrounded by this point, and the bartender was already refilling her and Imaru's glasses, Diziara turned her attention primarily back to her new blue friend, though she kept half an eye on this interesting new comer.
"Is Spiegel's bartender up to your liking?" Diziara asked Imaru, accepting her refilled glass from the bartender. "It looks like he emptied his personal stash into the bar for the party. I don't see any of the really good stuff yet, though..."
Meanwhile, Admiral Johnson and his entourage entered the holodeck. The group didn't seem as impressive without Sharad within its midst, but Johnson and Cryn served well enough as a figure head that they still drew attention from the crowd. Johnson spotted Diziara right away, and moved as if to join her little knot at the bar, but Cryn laid a hand on Johnson's forearm to stop him. After a moment of hushed conversation, the Admiral's entourage instead selected a table off to the side and settled in to enjoy the party. A yeoman was dispatched to collect refreshments for the group, and did so quickly and careful to avoid Diziara's group.
About this time was when the dark haired chaos elected to make her way to the bar again. A short conversation with the bartender later, and she approached Diziara, Imaru and those who elected to cluster around them. After a short anecdote, the woman introduced herself. "Svetlana. I am being new here today." The woman held out her hand, and Diziara cocked her head in interest a moment before accepting the offered hand.
"Diziara," she returned. "And this is my new friend Imaru," Diziara introduced, indicating the Andorian woman next to her. "I couldn't help but overhear your displeasure at the youth of the offered refreshments. We'll give Spiegel shit about this, half of what's being served seems to have come from his collection."
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