SIM:Ens. Labria: Kissing the floor in front of Doc: Difference between revisions

((Observation Lounge))

<nowiki>::</nowiki>T'Pen and Turner were toasting the "A", when a junior officer toasted the ship as well.

'''[[Labria, Mailea|Labria]]''': To the "A"! :: With it Lea approached close enough and wait to be acknowledged. ::

'''[[Turner, Toni|Turner]]''': Good evening, Ensign Labria

'''[[T'Pen]]''': ::looking at Turner:: Looks like our Ambassador might need a hypo for the alcohol. Don't they know, we serve the real thing at parties, rather than synthehol ?

Labria: Sir, oh, ups... mean ma’am, I’m sorry Captain. I’m Mailea, your Labria, mean yy-your Ensign, no not that mean I’m Your Ambassador Ensign... :: Sigh!:: Mean to say I’m Ensign Mailea Labria, assigned as ensign, no as Ambassador to you, mean Challenger. :: Lea bowed her head, put a hand on a forehead and shook it. :: oO This was bad! Oo

   

'''Turner''': Are you okay, Labria?

'''T’Pen''': ::Blinking and Chuckling:: It's alright Ambassador. You're forgiven this one time. Just don't let it happen again.  Are you enjoying the dining fair?

   

'''Labria''': No, well yes, actually maybe, but no, I didn’t. :: Her stomach rumbled angrily, but new notion was stabbing pain. :: oO I don’t like it. Oo What I’m trying to say is that I may be a little drunk, but not really and completely by mistake, s.. ma’am! You see I was trying various food and something I put in my mouth was so... :: Lea made a grimace of disgust. :: ... well not good to me I almost spit it, but didn’t want to be impolite so grabbed a glass in front of me and drank it.

'''Turner''': ::Noting Labria looked a little green around the gills:: Maybe you should sit down, Ensign.

'''Turner''': ::sighing:: Never a dull moment.

   

'''T'Pen''': Just make sure that if Parker and Reid's report doesn't list it, that you note that Labria isn't allowed to have alcohol while on duty. ::She patted her FO on the shoulder.:: Supplies and new officers?