A Failure To Communicate - locked to Data and Garak
Stildyne came into the hotel lobby, dressed warmly and loaded down; in one hand a cup of hot cider, in the other the last of the shopping for the week. It was nothing that would melt and no reason not to sit a while and enjoy his drink, seeing the people come and go. He sat down on one of the couches, watching the door.
Things might've proceeded as per normal if it weren't for the mistletoe, and a rather sweet-faced, pale-skinned type who came inside and lingered under it a moment. Seeing a chance for a bit of harmless fun and perhaps a little holiday goodwill (and yes, only harmless, he wouldn't be an ass), Stildyne got to his feet and strolled over.
"Say, did you know you're standing under the mistletoe? There's an Earth custom attached to it, I'm told." Handsome man, if a bit stiff looking. Eyes about the color of Stildyne's, but with more gold to them.
[Data's actions by permission of the mun]
Things might've proceeded as per normal if it weren't for the mistletoe, and a rather sweet-faced, pale-skinned type who came inside and lingered under it a moment. Seeing a chance for a bit of harmless fun and perhaps a little holiday goodwill (and yes, only harmless, he wouldn't be an ass), Stildyne got to his feet and strolled over.
"Say, did you know you're standing under the mistletoe? There's an Earth custom attached to it, I'm told." Handsome man, if a bit stiff looking. Eyes about the color of Stildyne's, but with more gold to them.
[Data's actions by permission of the mun]