Posted on Sun Sep 6th, 2020 @ 11:43pm by Lieutenant JG Anastatzia "Statzia" Liski
Mission 4: Letting the Hair Down
Location: The Golden Lotus- Risa
Timeline: First night of shore leave
The horga'hn plunked down onto the bar in front of her, sending ripples through her bright blue beverage.
"You're supposed to have one of these sitting in front of you, Statz," the soft, feminine voice lilted behind her.
Statzia chuckled softly, picking up her drink. "I wasn't exactly trolling for every tourist with steam to burn."
"That mean you want me to leave?" The voice sounded hurt.
Statzia took a sip and shook her head, patting the stool next to her. "Nah, Silv. Join me."
Silvia plopped a kiss on Statzia's cheek before taking the drink out of the Lieutenant's hands and taking a sip. She wrinkled her nose and set the drink back on the bar. "That bad, hmm?"
"Are you saying that I never ask for the real stuff unless I'm in a bad mood?" Statzia took the glass between her fingers, swirling the blue liquid inside.
Silvia huffed. "I'm saying that would put hair on a Klingon's chest." She ran a hand down Statzia's leg. "You're missing something."
Statzia let out a chuckle. Silvia always had a talent for stating the obvious. "It was missing when Starfleet shipped me here for recovery."
"Not the real one." Silvia sighed and rolled her eyes. "The replacement they shipped you back with."
"Buried in a hunk of transport rubble somewhere on a forsaken planet infested with Borg." Statzia gave a wry smirk, finally looking at her companion. "And the Borg can keep it, for all I care."
Silvia grinned, leaning in to press her lips against Statzia's. The Risian tasted of peaches, as always. In her three months of recovery on Risa, Statzia had never figured out how the woman always managed to taste of peaches.
The Risian grinned as she pulled back, her hands sliding around Statzia's waist. "Then we're just going to have to compensate for your missing body parts by substituting in some others." At Statzia's inquisitive look, she grinned and bit her lower lip. "Jhan is home tonight."
A smirk played at the corner of Statzia's lips. "I didn't think the two of you shared guests."
"Except you aren't a guest anymore, beautiful." A giggle escaped Silvia's lips just before they met Statzia's once more.
Lieutenant JG Anastatzia Liski
Chief Operations Officer, USS Orion