NX-Enterprise

[lieutenantkim]

::smoothes down festive shirt, yanking discarded lei from pile nearby and pulling it on::

Chakotay'll kill me. ::impatiently taps a few commands into nearby console, stepping back onto transporter platform

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[ltcmdrtomparis]

::steps from behind the bar, closest thing to a Bajoran mixer possible in hand::

I think we'd better cut back on the intake this time around, though...might actually need a clear head in the morning.

::breaks off addressing companion, gaze bee-lining to far corner of mess hall::

Oh, fuck.

[kes_]

::follows ltcmdrtomparis' gaze, lifting own glass from bar surface and moving to his side::

::arches a brow::

This complicates matters...

[ltcmdrtomparis]

::stares at her::

::swallows contents of glass, dropping it back on bar and moving grimly into crowd on way across room::

Why doesn't anyone ever listen to me? I told him to stay at the Flyer.

[kes_]

::hurries to keep up::

He must be very eager to see Linnis.

[lieutenantkim]

::turns away from yet another unhelpful drunk in dejection, groaning at sight of thundercloud veering his way::

::pulls drink from nearby cart and proffers::

Not bad. Could use a couple hundred years to settle...

[ltcmdrtomparis]

::plucks glass up, sitting it back on cart::

Yeah, yeah, go on and get the jokes out now. As soon as you're finished, Lieutenant, I have someone to introduce you to.

[lieutenantkim]

::considers expression and use of rank::

Look, Tom, I'm just trying to find my wife.

[ltcmdrtomparis]

Yes, and believe it or not, I'd be the last person to delay that particular reunion...if there weren't some pretty extenuating circumstances.

What the hell are you doing wandering around here on your own interrogating people? Have you spoken to security or the Captain? No? Thought not. That's my place, as your superior. If they did happen to pull you in as an unidentified intruder I'd be the one getting yelled at.

And I don't think that's how you'd want Linnis to find out you're here.

::sighs, pinching bridge of nose::

Listen, I'll explain it to you as soon as we get you introduced. I think Archer is around here somewhere...

[jonathan_archer]

::sits down again, finally, after settling Renara in her own seat, feeling able to enjoy the spread of food has been trying to get to since dancing with her earlier...no ketchup on her plate this time::

So... ::decides to make conversation with Renara, heh, as slathers some more horseradish onto another of those wonderful slices of roast beef Chef put out, can't really imagine why no one else has grabbed any, seems to be only one enjoying it::

Anything new with your family? Mom, granddad doing okay?

[renara_paris]

Mmhm! *nods*

Mama says she's not so busy lately, so she can spend some more time with me. *eats cracker sandwiches with lunch meat*

[ltcmdrtomparis]

::makes way through crowd::::

::grimaces as hears Renara's voice, pausing before table Archer sits at to find her chatting away::

Great, just great.

::spares a glance in lieutenantkim's direction before looking back to table and clearing throat::

[jonathan_archer]

::is raising rolled up meat to mouth::

::hears someone sounding like trying to get attention, doesn't quite turn head, glances over instead in mid-bite, stops::

::turns further::

Ah, Mr. Paris...she's fine, she doesn't have to go quite yet -- unless it's past her bedtime, that is.

::notices gentleman beside Paris, doesn't recognize::

Um...okay...good costume, maybe?

[ltcmdrtomparis]

::widens eyes faintly, glancing sideways to Renara, trying to find a tactful way to temporarily disassociate from her::

No, she's fine for now, I believe someone else will pick her up later. Where the hell did Linnis go off to without her?!

::clears throat again slightly, stifling embarrassment::

I actually needed to introduce you to someone...it seems you have a new...purely temporary...guest aboard.

::nods to side::

Lieutenant Harry Kim, from my Voyager.

...Linnis' husband.

[jonathan_archer]

::blinks::

::looks long and hard at Paris::

::glances at Kim::

::looks long and hard at Paris...again::

::drops the roast beef just a little too quickly, hunts down a napkin and wipes hand::

::stands quickly, checking Renara, seeing she's occupied with her crackers...that's a relief::

Lieutenant Kim. ::extends now clean hand, repeating:: Linnis'...husband...from Voyager...?