Open Post:: Dinnertime goodness

[kirk_george]

George was eating dinner alone for once, since the Admiralty had kicked George out of their room for a private top secret conference call with Chris. Apparently being a resurrected Hero of the Federation meant squat when he was also still only a Lieutenant. Too bad he couldn't abuse his status so he could eat dinner with Chris. But the food was

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[outcastprince]

So far Sybok's job had consisted of Things Other People Didn't Care To Do, which was fine by him. There was a certain unique satisfaction in fixing doors and peeling potatoes that wasn't matched by, say, smuggling. A comparison for another time.

Looking across the room, Sybok could see a variety of opportunities. There were the ensigns from communications (nice girls, but he didn't want to tempt difficult discussions with them), a group of fine young gentlemen from security that showed him a few Starfleet-particular moves on the mat, that yeoman he saw in the corridors (a lot - he suspected she lived nearby). A collection of minds that made for a pleasant atmosphere, most of them lined up towards the replicators or the fresh offerings from the galley...

Oh? A man and a mind that felt quite different all together, even from where he surveyed the scene, tray in hand. Sybok walked over, took a spot across the table from George, offered a warm smile.

"Evening."

[kirk_george]

George raised an eyebrow, taking in the person sitting down. Interesting. A Vulcan with facial expressions beyond a look of vague annoyance. This was...rather unusual. Very unusual. "And a good one, I hope. I'm George."

[outcastprince]

"Sybok." He would have offered his hand, but it seemed Starfleet officers were too knowledgeable about such things. This man shouldn't be any different. Instead, he pulled open the mouth of the small milk carton he had grabbed--a small treat straight from Earth and its legendary cows. Whole, sweet, and creamy.

"What's your division?"

[kirk_george]

"Communications primarily lately," George answered, looking half longingly at the milk. But if he drank milk then he'd be miserable the rest of the night and he knew it. And then Chris would worry. "What about you? Did you just sign on on Sha'Kwai?" George probably would have shook Sybok's hand. He never had anything to hide, and really? If you decided to shake someone's hand without knowing what was in their head you were taking your chances.