SIM:Peters, Cadfael/Drink: Difference between revisions

 

 

::Sharpe was just clearing up getting ready to go on Shore leave when his Commbadge sounded, he tapped it to make the connection.::

 

Peters: =/\= Ensign Peters to Commander Sharpe=/\=

 

Sharpe: =/\=Sharpe here Ensign=/\= ::Sharpe was wondering if the young engineer would remember, kudos on him for doing so.::

 

 

Sharpe: ::Laughing lightly:: =/\= That we did, that we did, I am currently in my office at the moment, if you would kindly come here, I just hope you like Andorian Ale? =/\=

 

 

Sharpe: =/\= Excellent and if you don't like it I have some other offensive drinks that are somewhat frowned upon within the Federation =/\= ::he said unlocking his hidden safe that also doubled as a fridge. Only he had the code to it, the drinks were not safe anywhere else on the ship and he only usually used them for a small celebration or if he promised someone a drink.::

 

 

Sharpe: =/\= Good I will see you in a few then, Sharpe out.=/\= ::with that he closed the link and prepared.::

 

::A short time later Ensign Peters enters his office.::

 

Sharpe: ::before the Engineer could come to attention:: No need this is informal and I am a man of my word, please be seated.

 

::Cadfael had a seat in one of the comfy chairs across from Sharpe's desk, muscles slowly relaxing. He'd been hyped up on coffee all day. ::

 

::Paul waited for Peters to sit down and get comfy, before he double checked his fridge safe and looked at Peters.::

 

 

Sharpe: ::Looking in his drinks chiller and looking up:: sorry Cadfael I do not have Kanar, but I do have some Andorian ale ::Sharpe said pulling out two shot glasses and filled each one with a blue liquid and passed one to Peters:: Take your time, its strong, so what happened among other things when I got you to Medical?

 

 

Sharpe: Yes I did ::smiling:: congratulations Ensign, hope you can ride herd on the engineering team without finding a nasty surprise if you upset them! ::Sharpe said and took a tentative sip of his Andorian ale.::

 

Peters: :: took the drink and had a sip, blinking rapidly :: Whoa...this is good...

 

Sharpe: ::shuddering a little as the first drop slid down his throat, he savoured the taste:: Yes, its not bad, you just gotta remember to drink this stuff slow, Synthehol it is not.

 

Peters: RightO… :: and took another sip of his drink.::

 

Sharpe: ::Sharpe listened to Peters as he held his hand out.:: ID Card please Ensign

 

Peters: :: had another slow sip of his drink. :: Am I in trouble?

 

 

::After he was given the ID card he placed it in a computer slot on his desk and typed up added clearances and permissions onto it, he pulled it out of the slot and held it out to Peters.::

 

Sharpe: Okay Cadfael this has Department Head clearances on it; I know you are still an Ensign but as a Department Head you will need them. Basically you have clearances to what a full Lieutenant would have as Chief Engineer your next upgrade will be at Lieutenant Commander ::Sharpe said finishing his drink and pouring another, he held the bottle up to see if Peters wanted more.::

 

 

::With things going well, the Andorian ale was barely touching him, he had drunk stronger drinks than this, but it seemed Peters was a novice, he decided that he had better make sure the Ensign did not get too drunk.::

 

Sharpe: ::Looking at the Engineer as he placed down his drink on the desk.:: No, your card will be simply updated but when you do make Lieutenant Commander you will be issued a new set of clearance codes, well if you are still on this ship then, if not it will be up to your next ships Security Chief.

 

::Cadfael finished the last of his glass, wincing a bit from the intensity. It tasted sweet, but burning at the same time. He blinked rapidly; not wanting to try shaking his head for fear that would make his balance worse than it was.::

 

Sharpe: ::Paul noted that the ale was hitting the Ensign faster than normal:: oO this must be the first time he has had such a strong drink Oo ::he thought to himself:: After this small one I think we will stop with the drinking, otherwise you will be in no fit state to return to the engine room. ::Paul said getting ready to refill the Ensign’s glass.::

 

:: He nodded again and pushed his glass forward, though this time a smaller quantity being poured into it. He didn’t want to have to show up at the ceremony drunk. ::

 

 

Sharpe: ::Laughing:: Yes it would new Department head and all showing up late and drunk, so you expecting any awards and such at this up coming banquet?

 

Peters: Nah, I’m not expecting anything… :: He cleared his throat before attempting speech again. :: I mean, the promotion to chief means I might get pipped up, but beyond that I’m not expecting any awardsy things.

 

Sharpe: ::Studying Peters:: Indeed ::he said as he put the bottle of Andorian ale away and pulled out a hypo.:: I will not let you show yourself up while on duty Ensign Peters ::he said making sure Peters saw the hypo.

 

Peters: :: blinked a few times as he glanced at the hypo. :: What’s that for?

 

 

:: He took another swig his drink, giving a faint nod. He had no intention of going back to engineering, as he wanted to be coherent for the banquet. ::

 

 

 

Peters: :: With a raised eyebrow. :: No. Is that name supposed to be significant in some fashion?

 

 

:: Cadfael was drunk, and it seemed only suitable to nod appropriately despite not getting the hint of innuendo that came along with it. ::

 

 

:: Cadfael finished the last of his glass, wincing a bit from the intensity. It tasted sweet, but burning at the same time. He blinked rapidly, not wanting to try shaking his head for fear that would make his balance worse than it was. ::

 

Peters: I think I’ll just… :: blinked and took up the hypo spray :: ...administer this, then go check on Ayiana and get ready for the party.

 

Sharpe: Sounds like a good idea oO Is there something going on between Sevo and Peters! Oo ::Sharpe thought to himself and made a mental note to keep an eye out as this would be interesting.::

 

::The young engineer did inject it into his neck, wincing a bit as he felt the effects of the alcohol fade rapidly. ::

 

 

Sharpe: ::Smiling mischievously:: I will think about it

 

:: He smiled to the security chief and rose from his seat, extending a hand for a handshake. ::