Me...Unpredictable?

Posted on 12 Feb 2015 @ 10:35pm by Petty Officer 1st Class Rebecca Williams & Clarence Pearl

1,951 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Episode 07 - Sojourn
Location: USS Galileo: Callisto Bar
Timeline: MD 40 2300 hours

[ON]

Rebecca tugged down on the helm of her dress as she stopped outside of the doors to the bar. It wasn't a motion to try and cover up some of her silky white flesh, moreso it was just to kill a little time.

Alrhought loath to admit to it, the yeoman felt some nerves taking a step back into this location. The last time that she had found herself here....well that Bolian didn't even bare thinking about! Least the cut on her head had left no scar...she wouldn't have been anywhere near happy to say the least had one been left behind.

Pursing her lips together once more, the young woman straightened her back as she pushed her chest out further. She could do this...what's more is that she would do this; no ifs, buts or maybes about it.

As her long legs strode forward in a confident walk, Rebecca let her hips sway intime to music playing in her head. She would show the men of this ship that she wasn't a woman to be easily knocked back.

Clarence Pearl was mixing cocktails. In all fairness, that was sort of his job. But he was enjoying his shift, moving with the music, talking to people. It was nice. It was good to get the sense of the crew, especially now everyone was getting back to the ship. He poured the drink into the chilled martini glass and slid it towards the man waiting for it. "Here you go, I like to call it a Knockout Martini...because it will eventually knock you out..." he chuckled, almost a giggle, before moving away to serve the next person.

"And how many does one need to reach the knockout?" Rebecca had caught the bar tenders words as she walked up to the bar counter. The depths of her grey eyes held a playful tease as she folded her arms along the countertop and leaned forward slightly so her weight was bared on her arms. "Mind you I've done the knockout recently, not particularly looking for a repeat."

Clarence smiled quickly, considering it. "Depends entirely on what tolerance you have. Most I'd say four?" he smiled as he moved to stand in front of her, meeting her eyes. "So what can I get you, darling? Sweet, sour, bitter...wine, beer...?"

Sliding her body up onto a stool, Rebecca stayed leaved over as she supported her weight on her folded arms. Her dress had pulled up further on her thigh but she didn't move to pull it back down. "How about a white wine spritzer? Heavy on the wine and light on the lemonade."

He nodded and walked to get a bottle of white. He poured the wine and added a bit of lemonade before offering the glass to her. "Here we go. It's a nice Australian number, goes well with a bit of lemon or lime."

As Rebecca took a long sip of her drink, she couldn't help the low throaty moan as the cooled liquid hit the back of her throat and cooled her insides. "Where have you been all of my life? Keep these coming and I may think about sparing you."

Clarence chuckled warmly, shaking his head. "I am not the only mixologist onboard, so do not worry...you will always be well supplied," he winked and moved to put away the clean glasses, humming with the music.

As Rebecca moved the glass to press it against her head which had begun to throb again, she wondered again why she bothered sometimes. A quick fix to a simple rage of emotion seemed to be becoming harder and harder lately. Trying to take her mind away from it all, she focused on the coolness of the glass and the song being hummed, "It sounds familiar but I can't place it...."

"It's on the vintage playlist I have. The greatest bar songs of all time. Can't remember what this one is called, but it's slower than the others," he smiled, watching her for a long moment. "Are you alright, darling? You look a bit...not under the weather, but not all...sparkly?"

Rebecca couldn't help but laugh at that comment as she pretended to search pockets her dress didn't contain, "Hang on a second...I normally keep a stash of my fairy dust here somewhere...."

He laughed at that and reached under the bar, pulling up a jar with lollipops, individually wrapped. He got one which had a smiley face on. "Here...some sugar for when you need it," he said and winked. "Not fairy dust, but it's a smile."

Laughing, Rebecca took the lollipop before looking up at the bar man, "Not quite the lollipop I'm used to sucking on to be honest."

"As say most the men and women I give that out to...dirty, dirty people..." he said and laughed, not even blushing at it. He had heard various obscene remarks to that. For him, he saw it as something a bit quirky and funny that occasionally distracted drunk people. And that one time he got slapped for it.

Laughing as she looked down at the lollipop, Rebecca twirled the stick between her fingers, "What's life if not for abit of fun and dirt? We all work hard, surely we deserve to play hard too?"

Clarence chuckled, holding his hands up. "As someone who doesn't work hard, I can't comment..." he said playfully, lowering his hands. "But I have heard it said before if it helps."

Laughing at this, Rebecca lifted the lollipop and playfully tipped it off of the end of the bar tender's nose, "Wanna swap jobs?"

"Depends...what do you do?" he asked as he grinned, pulling his head back slightly, but even that was almost like a game. "Because if it is building awesome androids to take over the universe, I'm interested and terrified at the same time."

Rebecca debating chasing the bar tender with the lollipop but just laughed as she popped it into her mouth for a few sucks before removing it again and taking a drink of her wine. "mmmmmmmmm....You could be onto something here!" Grinning as she traced circles on the wine glasses condensation, she thought of the man's question, "I get to be a glorified secretary to the iron man himself."

"Yeoman," he said and smiled, nodding gently. "Hey, it's needed. It's like I am the emergency shrink for when Counselling is shut down, you know?" Clarence had listened to his share of sob stories. It was...therapeutic for him. He even enjoyed it. "Without us, things would go a bit...less smooth."

Grinning, Rebecca playfully tapped the end of her lollipop stick against the back of the man's hand, "Us yeoman like to believe that a commanding officer can't properly function without us. Holiday seems to be doing an ok job at it though."

"He would have had a yeoman before you," he teased her, taking a breath as he watched the woman closely. "But it's true. Without the working bees the queen would die."

Laughing at the comparrison of her boss to a queen bee, Rebecca shook her head gently as she took another sip of her drink and indicated for another when she realised it was near finished. "Maybe without his senior officers and the crew that flow down beneath that Holiday might die but without me he'd cope. I'm just a convenience to help make things simplified and easier."

"Yeah, yeah..." he got her another drink, grinning as he shook his head. "False modesty there, my womanly yeoman customer friend. You know you're good and you should be proud of the...work hard, party harder thing!"

Looking up at teh bartender under her eyes, Rebecca had a michivious look in her eyes, "Are you volunteering to help with the play harder bit?" In truth for once the yeoman was genuinely teasing. So much has happened in recent days that for once she genuinely couldn't be bothered. Flirting and teasing was enough for one night.

"Oh honey..." he looked at her, running his eyes over her. "I'd love to, but you'd break me in half and we both know it." He grinned and placed the drink in front of her, shaking his head. "Besides, I doubt I could be in your league. Girls like you go for the strapping uniform men. Not...drinking geeks and freaks."

Looking down at the third drink in surprise, Rebecca noted that somehow her second drink had already emptied itself. Making a mental note to take it easier, she popped her lollipop back in her mouth as she studied the man carefully before replying. "I'm shallow but not that shallow. I've been with people who would consider themselves geeks and freaks..." For some reason Tuula came to mind, "....all that matters to me is that they can keep my body pleasured and mind racing. Some of the strapping uniforms have heads bigger than their pants when it comes to an ego. I don't want to be with a guy who things he's gods gift to women; I want to be with a guy who wants a new experience and isn't afraid to learn or teach new things. They don't even need to have confidence, just an open mind."

Clarence watched her, giving a nervous chuckle as he watched her closely. "Ah...well...not too open, or the brain will fall out..." he said lightly, shaking his head as he took a clean cloth, starting to wipe the bar counter.

Narrowing her eyes, Rebecca looked at the bar man more closely. "Do I intimidate you?"

"Yes," he said and smiled, quickly and warmly, to show his honesty. "You're an unstable influence. I take a moment to process unstable influences. Not a bad thing, it's good to meet unstable influences...makes me reassess."

Frowning, Rebecca grabbed her glass as she downed it in one, realising she was going to need it. "Why am I am unstable influence?"

"Unpredictable," Clarence's voice was quiet as he spoke, almost wistful, but he was watching her closely. "You're unpredictable in a really...unique way. It is the core of what being human means. We can take a lot. And yet break at the smallest thing. I hear on your accent that you're from my neck of the woods. Mars brat. Maybe your parents were Starfleet, maybe not..." he paused and shook his head, slowly. "Regardless. People respond to your chaos. They are drawn to it. They are drawn to you. Me? You scare me. But it's not a bad fear, it's the adrenaline kind of fear. The one that reminds me I am human. Did...anything of that make sense in a non-offensive way?"

Sliding off of her stool, Rebecca nodded her head in the bar tenders direction. "It made alot of sense unfortunately. Unfortunately it also hit too close. You don't need to worry about me; not because I'm not attracted to you but because I understand there's right times and wrong times and where this occasion fits into the equation. Take care of yourself."

With that Rebecca turned on her heel and walked out the door. She walked flawlessly, not given away the fact that she was either drunk or upset. She had alot of thinking to do and needed a clear head to be able to do so.

He watched her go before taking a breath, shaking his head. "Not my problem," he reminded himself before smiling at a customer. "What can I get you, darling?"

OFF:

Clarence Pearl
Mixologist
USS Galileo
[PNPC Markos]

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Petty Officer 2nd Class Rebecca Williams
Commanding Officer's Yeoman
USS Galileo
[PNPC McCarthy]

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