Star Trek: A Call To Duty
USS Cherokee NCC 61333 SD 10410.31

Produced by Trish Yarborough

Starring
Scott Dorsey as CSO Kevin Nash 
Dawn Freeman as OPS Kyleigh Nash
Mark Haslam as CTO Mark Hazzard 
Eric Woo as CEO Wilson-Illianor
Linda Baus as CNS T’Lin 
Trish Yarborough as CMO Starr & Admiral Alexander

Special Guest
James Homuth as Jornal and Tyran

Absent
Steve Weller as CO Tio Ayidee
Brandon Mitcham as XO Trent D. Worthington III
Tim Schols as CMO Ferdinant 

Host SM-Trish says:
USS Cherokee 10410.31  Getting to know you Part 6 

Host SM-Trish says:
After all the tension of the kidnapping and finding the twins, the crew have gathered for an informal dinner for good fellowship and relaxation.

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CEO_Ilianor says:
::Stands in front of a mirror in his quarters, trying on his ninth shirt - a light blue shirt, hanging slightly below the hips, a tight casual-type dress-shirt with an Indian flower motif.  Finally he's found something he likes.::

CSO_Nash says:
::Dressed to the nines in a flowing shirt and trousers, something other than fleet regulation style.:: 

Jornal says:
::Stands watching as the table is set up, offering the occasional commentary and/or criticism.::

OPS_Nash says:
::With CSO, her mind is elsewhere.::

CEO_Ilianor says:
::He walks over to his sink, and slaps some gel into his hair.::  Self:  Grumble, there's so much I could be doing right now; but if I have to go, I might as well look my best.  Oops.  ::He washes his hands clean of the gel, and walks back to his bed, putting on a pair of boxers and a pair of brown bell-bottoms.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Finishes blow-drying her hair, and slips into a black and red flowered dress.  Stops in front of the mirror to adjust her hair, and heads out of her quarters to the TL.::

Jornal says:
Self:  No, no, no.  ::Adjusts one of the place settings only slightly, then nods approvingly.::

Host CMO-Starr says:
::Walking around the shopping area, wondering what she will do for supper.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Finishes buttoning the white silk shirt and brushes his hands over the trousers he selected, taking one last look in the mirror and scowling at the reflection.  Leaving his room and making his way to the restaurant.::

CEO_Ilianor says:
Self:  And finally, the finishing touch.  ::Reaches into his drawer and pulls out a thin necklace with a shark's tooth pendant and latches it together around his neck.  He steps into some black suede shoes, and stands in front of the mirror one last time.::  Self:  Perfect.

CSO_Nash says:
::Notices a man standing near the table fussing over the setup and wonders if he is the one setting this dinner up for the Admiral.::  OPS:  Looks like the Admiral is going all out.  But you have the appearance of someone with trouble on your mind.  What is it? 

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Changes her mind and heads to Adahn's quarters.  Presses the door chime.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Slowly he walks into the restaurant, noticing the table and Scott::

Host CMO-Starr says:
::Passing the restaurant, she looks in and sees the Nash's.::

OPS_Nash says:
CSO:  You of all people should know the answer to that question.  You know that it's taking every ounce of energy for me not to keep checking on the twins.

Host CMO-Starr says:
::Seeing others join them, she hesitates not wanting to intrude.::

CSO_Nash says:
OPS:  That is true, but they are in good hands .. so stop worrying for the time being and that's an order Lieutenant.

CEO_Ilianor says:
Self:  Wow, Adahn.  Good going.  ::His head jerks towards the door as he hears the chime.::  Self:  Who could that be?  ::He walks over to the door and opens it.::: CNS:   Oh, hi, T'Lin.  ::Smiles as he looks at what she's wearing.::  CNS: Wow, you look fine, honey!  ::Giggles as he lets her in for a bit.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Tries to put a convincing smile on his face as he greets the Nash's.::  CSO/OPS:  Well, if it's the newest Mom and Pop operation this side of Betazed.  How are you two doin'?

OPS_Nash says:
CSO:  No order will ever be followed when it comes to worrying about my family.  And that includes you.

CSO_Nash says:
::Notices the CTO as he walks up.::  CTO:  Mark, welcome and congrats.  Have a seat.  And how is Ma?

CEO_Ilianor says:
::Leans closer towards the CNS.::  CNS:  I think the two shots of vodka and the valium's doing its job.  I'm going to have fun tonight, whether I want to or not.  ::Winks.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
CEO:  You look great, too, Adahn.  So are you ready for this big dinner?  ::Straightens Adahn's collar.::  Too bad I can not have any of that.  ::Sighs.::  I could use something to relax me.

CTO_Hazzard says:
::He grins a little more convincingly as he responds.::  CSO:  She's already giving Pa what for about who's getting invited to the wedding.

CSO_Nash says:
::Looks at her mildly miffed, but relaxes as he greets the CTO.::  OPS: Of course you're right, my dear.

Host CMO-Starr says:
::Entering the restaurant, she takes a seat near the front.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Can't help but make a whip crack sound at the CSO's comment to the OPS.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
CEO:  Shall we get this show on the road?  You ready yet?

CEO_Ilianor says:
CNS:  Ah-ah-ah.  ::Unstraightens his collar.::  The point to this style is to be relaxed, and slightly messy.  I might as well put on a tie, if you're gonna straighten it.  ::Sighs.::  Oh, I'm not looking forward to it at all.  Actually, I have tons of work to do.  ::Steps out of his quarters and heads in the direction of the turbolift.::

Host CMO-Starr says:
::Looks around for a waiter and a menu.::

CSO_Nash says:
CTO:  That is good news.  He needs some of that.  And how are he and you doing?

CTO_Hazzard says:
CSO:  Oh, a little better; wish I could say the same about me and T'Lin.

Jornal says:
::Glances briefly at the new arrivals.::  All:  Welcome, ladies .. gentlemen.  ::Catches the look tossed toward him and starts to pass out menus as people file in.::

Host CMO-Starr says:
::Waves to a waiter to come over.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Follows the CEO, and grabs the CEO by the arm.  When they enter the TL, she adjusts his collar again.::  CEO:  Sorry, I have this thing with straightening things out all the time.  ::Grins.::

CSO_Nash says:
CTO:  Troubled waters?

Jornal says:
::Moves toward the CMO.::  CMO:  Can I help you, madam?  ::Takes a brief second to examine her more closely.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Shakes his head.::  CSO:  Try Typhoon on the Ocean.  She and I had some differences about interrogating that piece of slime, Diggs.

CEO_Ilianor says:
::Shrugs.::  CNS:  Whatever.  Say, um, where's Lt. Hazzard?  ::Steps into the TL and it speeds towards the restaurant.::

Host CMO-Starr says:
Jornal:  Yes, please.  I need a menu and some tropical fruit juice.

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Looks down at the floor.::  CEO: I guess he did not want to wait for me.

CSO_Nash says:
CTO:  Who won?  Or do I need to ask?

Jornal says:
::Nods and hands her a menu.::  CMO:  One tropical fruit juice coming up.

Host CMO-Starr says:
::Takes the menu and smiles at Jornal.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Grimaces and looks down at the table before responding.::  CSO:  No one.  We haven't finished yet.  Don't really know how to talk to her after what was said in there.

CSO_Nash says:
::Looks to OPS and hopes that their dialogue doesn't go there.::

CEO_Ilianor says:
::Raises an eyebrow.::  CNS:  Hmm. I think you're going to need to do something about that.  Say, tightening his leash.  Literally.  Do you want to talk about it?  ::The doors open and they step out, heading towards the restaurant::

Jornal says:
::Turns away from the CMO, produces a PADD and makes a small entry as he circles the table, completing the delivery of menus.::

Host CMO-Starr says:
::Begins scanning the menu and notices several good choices.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
CEO:  I do not really want to talk about it right now.  Let's just go and have a good time, okay.  I am really hungry, and if I do not get some food in me, I am going to pass out.

Jornal says:
All:  Would any of you perhaps like a small drink for starters?  I already have one order.  ::Glances disarmingly toward the CMO.::

CEO_Ilianor says:
CNS:  Whatever.  ::Steps into the restaurant, and looks around for their peers.::

OPS_Nash says:
::Looks at the menu.::

CSO_Nash says:
CTO:  Just remember that to a disagreement there are two sides.  The things said will be forgotten, but try to see it from her point as well.

Host CMO-Starr says:
::Decides what she is going to have, and tries to get Jornal's attention again.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Enters into the restaurant and notices the gang sitting at a table in the far corner.::  CEO:  There they are.

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Turns his head to see the CNS and the CEO enter, his jaw dropping at the sight of the CNS in her floral dress, looking down at the table and biting his lip.::

CEO_Ilianor says:
::Clears his throat, and suddenly feels all nervous and all, as he avoids prolonged eye contact with anyone, as they approach the table.::  All:  Good evening.

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Mumbles, giving a slight nod to the CEO.::  CEO:  Evening.

Jornal says:
::Glances back toward the CMO, apparently not getting a response from the others.::  CMO:  One moment, please, madam.  ::Makes his way indirectly about the table, casting a longer look than he should at the CNS, on his way back to the CMO.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Sits down in a chair next to the CTO, and pats the chair on her other side for the CEO.::  CTO:  Mark.  Good evening, everyone.

Host CMO-Starr says:
::Nods as she sees he is busy with the large table.::

CSO_Nash says:
::Notices the CEO and CNS.  Stands and greets them both.::  CEO:  You are looking dapper tonight.  CNS: Charming to the last.::  Clasps hands with both of them.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
CNS:  T'Lin.  You look, well .. um .. good.

CEO_Ilianor says:
::Takes a seat, as he pulls against his shirt, and looks at the elaborate place settings for the informal dinner.  He looks up at the CSO.::  CSO:  Dapper?  Oh my God, is that bad?

Jornal says:
::Decides to let the customers conclude their greetings.  Hangs back and watches.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
CSO:  Good to see you, Kevin.  How are the babies doing?  CTO:  You're not so bad yourself.  ::Grins and smiles at the CSO's comment to Adahn.::

OPS_Nash says:
::Looks up from the menu to see T'Lin, she seems to smile a little.::

CSO_Nash says:
CEO:  Quite the contrary, Adahn.  Relax, please.

CNS_T`Lin says:
OPS:  How are you doing tonight, Kyleigh.  It's good to see you up and about.  The babies?  Are they doing well?

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Seems to recover his bearings at the mention of the babies.::  OPS:  Oh jeez, yeah.  How are the little ones doing?  My guards aren't slacking off are they?

CSO_Nash says:
CNS:  The twins are fine.  ::Looks pointedly at OPS.::  The Admiral and T'Sara are watching them.

CEO_Ilianor says:
CSO:  Um, of course.  And, uh ..  ::Looks down and up.::  Congratulations on your, erm .. the, ah, the arrival of your children, Commander.

OPS_Nash says:
CNS:  The Twins are fine.  I am okay.  I just miss not being with them.

CSO_Nash says:
CEO:  Thank you, Adahn.  Please call me Kevin.

OPS_Nash says:
CTO:  If your guards are slacking in their duties, they will know it by me.  I'll tell you afterwards.

CNS_T`Lin says:
CSO/OPS:  Well I am sure that it is good to have a night out.

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Snickers and stage whispers to the CEO.::  CEO:  He also goes by the name .. Commander Sweetums.

Host CMO-Starr says:
::Grabs a waiter going by and gives her order for the Betazed grilled veggie special, and a double order of Hot Fudge Delight for dessert.::

CEO_Ilianor says:
::Blinks.::  CSO:  Um, yes, Kevin.  ::Looks over to the CTO and starts to blush.::  CSO/CTO:  Well, if you'll excuse me.  ::Slips into his chair and grabs a menu.::

CSO_Nash says:
CNS:  That's what the Admiral said.  And she about had to make it a direct order.

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Overhears the CTO's comment and hides a laugh behind the menu she is holding.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
CSO:  I am sure no one will mess with our Admiral.

Jornal says:
::Decides there's been enough socialization.  It's bad for business, you know.  And starts making his rounds again.::  All:  Anyone ready to order?

CSO_Nash says:
::Hears the snicker from the CTO and wonders if he filled Adahn in on the secret of the universe.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Checks his menu and looks over to the waiter.::  Jornal:  I'll have a Vulcan Rentac Melon Salad to start with, some iced tea to go with that with sugar and a slice of lemon.

CSO_Nash says:
ALL:  I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm famished.::  Picks up the menu looking it over.::

Tyran says:
::Takes the CMO's order, and with a sharp nod hurries to arrange it.::

OPS_Nash says:
Jornal:  I'll have the Chicken Soup and Basic Salad with Earth Style Ranch dressing.  And I would like to have a glass of Iced Tea.

Jornal says:
CTO:  ::Nods.::  Certainly, good, Sir.  ::Makes a notation on his ever present PADD.::

Jornal says:
OPS:  A perfect combination for a light meal.  Working late tonight?  ::Tries to ease some of the obvious tension as he makes yet another notation.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Sets his menu down and grins, though his eyes occasionally go back to the CNS, unable to keep from admiring how wonderful she looks in the dress she is wearing.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
Jornal:  I am ready to order.  I will have the house salad with French dressing, the prime rib special, with a side order of your house potatoes, your vegetable medley, a large glass of chocolate milk, a bowl of your French Onion soup, and can I also have an order of chicken wings for an appetizer, please.  Oh yes.  And a glass of water please.

OPS_Nash says:
Jornal:  If you call being with newborn twins, yes, I'll be working late.

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Raises an eyebrow at the amount of food T'Lin orders.::

Jornal says:
::Casts a charming smile at OPS, and makes his way toward the CNS, eyes on her more than the PADD.::  CNS:  Most certainly madam.  ::Another notation is made.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Notices the stare of the CTO, and gets a little embarrassed.  Whispers to the CTO.::  CTO:  I am really hungry tonight.

CSO_Nash says:
Jornal:  I'll have the Southwest Chipolte Chicken with Spanish Rice, some Carne Asada, Chips and Salsa for an appetizer and some Ice cold Altair water.

CEO_Ilianor says:
::Stares at T'Lin after hearing her order.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Hands the menu to the waiter and smiles.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
::He spares the waiter a glance to let him know "Back off Cowboy" before shaking his head at T'Lin.::  CNS:  It's okay.  You're eating for more than yourself.

Jornal says:
::Nods.::  CSO:  And you most certainly can.  ::Another order, another notation.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Elbows the CEO after his eyes bulge at the amount of the food.::  CEO:  I am hungry.  What can I say?

Jornal says:
::Turns his back on the group, calls over a lackey with the drinks and moves away to prepare the meals, making one more notation on his PADD.

CSO_Nash says:
Jornal:  Thank you.

CEO_Ilianor says:
Jornal:  Um, give me an Oskoid leaf salad, with a light balsamic vinaigrette; no, um, bacon bits or whatever you call 'em, and I'll stick to that for now I guess.

Host CMO-Starr says:
Tyran:  Thank you, the food looks wonderful!  ::Watching as he places the food on the table.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
CTO:  So you are back to your usual chipper self.  ::Whispers.::  You haven't killed anyone, have you?

Host CMO-Starr says:
ACTION:  Those seated facing the kitchen can see Jornal speaking into a device of some sort, the exact configuration unclear due to his back being to the table.

Jornal says:
::Notes the order as he's leaving.::  CEO:  Most certainly.

CSO_Nash says:
::Looks over the room and sees another waiter with .. is that Troi Starr?::  Gets up and heads to her table.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Stiffens a little at the CNS's last comment, whispering back.::  CNS:  Can we just drop that.  I don't want to go into it right now.

CEO_Ilianor says:
CNS:  How can you, um, eat that much?

Host CMO-Starr says:
::Takes a bite of the veggies and almost melts on the spot.  She hasn't eaten in almost 14 hours.::

CSO_Nash says:
::Walks over to the table.::  CMO:  Dr. Starr, good to see you.  Would you like to join us over at our table?  ::Points to the others.::

Jornal says:
::Drinks are delivered to the table only a few moments before a loaded down tray carrying the crew's meals, which is set down in the center of the table.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Notices the CTO tense up, and shrugs it off thinking she was just joking with him, but oh well. Turns to the CEO.::  CEO:  I will probably just throw it all up after I am done you know.  I can't seem to keep anything down.  So I am going to eat it all, and something's bound to stay down.

Host CMO-Starr says:
CSO:  Cmdr. Nash!  It is good to see you and your wife out.  Thank you for asking, but I am so tired and didn't want to cook for myself tonight.   You join your friends and have a wonderful evening.  Me?  I am hitting the sack when I finish here.

CEO_Ilianor says:
CNS:  Oh, what a coincidence, three years ago .. uh, never mind.  ::Looks up and leans back as Jornal brings his salad over.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Starts to get an incredible craving for her chocolate milk, and can't wait until it is in front of her.::  CEO:  You too, huh?

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Takes a slow sip of his iced tea before he starts to dig into his salad.::  All:  I haven't had a Rentac Melon in ages.  I used to share lunch with my tutor back before I joined the Academy.  He would always share one with me as we went over the day's lesson.

CSO_Nash says:
::Catches her in mid bite.::  CMO:  Sorry.  I didn't mean to startle you.  As you wish.  Again if you reconsider, the invitation is open.

CNS_T`Lin says:
CEO:  Wait .. oh, never mind.  We will talk about it later.

Host CMO-Starr says:
CSO:  Thank you, I appreciate the offer.  Tell Kyleigh I said hello.

CEO_Ilianor says:
::Winces immediately after he hears the CNS' reply.::  CNS:  Whatever ..  ::Picks up his fork and slowly gets into his salad.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
CSO:  Scotty, stop hitting on the poor woman and sit down already.  ::He chuckles as he pops a slice of melon into his mouth.::

CSO_Nash says:
CMO:  I will.  And have a good night.  ::Heads back to the table.::

Host CMO-Starr says:
::Turns and waves to Kyleigh.::

OPS_Nash says:
::Slowly eats her salad.::

Host CMO-Starr says:
~~~CNS:  My dear, your mental thoughts are quite loud tonight.  Do you need someone to talk to?~~~

OPS_Nash says:
::Waves to CMO Starr.::

Jornal says:
::Overhears a part of the CNS's conversation.  Glances only briefly toward her, shrugs, and lingers only a few paces from the table, ever present PADD in hand.::

CSO_Nash says:
OPS:  Sorry, dear. I was just being polite.  CTO:  I wasn't hitting on her.  I was exercising manners, my dear boy.

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Spears a piece of melon onto his fork and looks over to Kyleigh.::  OPS:  You want to try a piece.  They're awfully good.

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Smiles as Jornal places the milk down in front of her.  She picks up the milk and drinks it all.  Then picks up her fork and digs into her salad.::  ~~~CMO:  I did not realize.  I am sorry.  And yes, if you have time later after dinner, I would like that very much.~~~

OPS_Nash says:
CTO:  No thanks.

Host CMO-Starr says:
~~~CNS:  I will make the time.  Let me know when you are in my corridor.~~~

CNS_T`Lin says:
~~~CMO:  I will, and thanks.~~~

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Shrugs and looks over to the CNS, trying to offer her a smile.::  CNS:  T'Lin, would you like to try a piece?

CSO_Nash says:
::Sits down and begins to eat. Timidly at first then gargantually.::

Jornal says:
::Moves to stand just behind, and to the left of the CTO, taking in the patrons from a new vantage point.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Forces a smile at the CTO.::  CTO:  Yes, please.  I have not had this in, well, quite a while.  ::Sticks her fork into the melon and takes a small bite.::  CTO: It is good, thanks.

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Smiles a little wider at the CNS unable to stop admiring her, though the feeling of being watched grows and he turns his head a questioning eyebrow raised as he notices the waiter.::

CEO_Ilianor says:
::Chews on the unfresh Oskoid.::  CNS:  I could grow better oskoid in my quarters.

Jornal says:
::Moves around the table a little more as the CTO catches sight of him, giving the impression of not having been there long.::

CSO_Nash says:
::Slows his eating and looks to OPS.::  OPS:  Kyleigh, how are you feeling.  It's been a rough mission, and then the children and our adventure in getting them back, and now some relaxation.  How are you?

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Smirks at the CEO and whispers.::  CEO: Yes, but in your quarters, you would have to serve yourself.  It is kind of nice to be catered to once in a while.

OPS_Nash says:
CSO:  I'm going moment to moment.

CEO_Ilianor says:
::Looks around at the other senior officers present at this dinner.  He knows them yet has no idea who any of them are.::  CNS:  But it's like eating plastic.

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Shakes his head and returns to his meal, shrugging.::

Jornal says:
::Carefully makes his way about the table, stopping just behind and to the right of the CNS.::

CEO_Ilianor says:
::Sighs.::  CNS:  This is crazy.  You know what?  ::Looks up.::  Jornal:  Waiter!  Get your a** over here, now!

CNS_T`Lin says:
CEO:  Maybe you should chew it more.  ::Giggles.  Notices Jornal behind her.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
~~~CEO:  Adahn, where are your manners?~~~

Jornal says:
::Blinks.  Moves away from the CNS and alongside the CEO.::  CEO:  Can I help you, Sir?

CSO_Nash says:
OPS:  Well, I'll take that for now.  I know it's been trying, and we will get to the bottom of this.

OPS_Nash says:
CSO:  I hope so.  You know how long I have been looking forward to this.

Host CMO-Starr says:
::Sighs as she finishes her meal, and dips into the luscious dessert.::

Jornal says:
::Waits only a few moments for the CEO's response, shrugs, and goes back to circling the table, slowly.::

CSO_Nash says:
OPS:  Indeed, I do.

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Looks down at her salad, and realizes this looks like the same salad she had on her plate last time they had their food fight in the mess hall.  Looks at the salad for a moment, grinning, then figuring she better not.  Goes back to eating it.::

OPS_Nash says:
::Nods as she finishes her salad then goes for her chicken soup.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
OPS:  How's the soup, Kyleigh?

CEO_Ilianor says:
::Picks up the salad and pushes the side against the waiter's stomach.::  Jornal:  It's disgusting, take it away.

Host Admiral Alexander says:
~~~OPS:  Kyleigh, the babies are asleep and all is well.  Enjoy yourself tonight.~~~

OPS_Nash says:
CNS:  Just right for me, not too bland or salty.

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Takes another bite from his salad, washing it down with a gulp of iced tea.::

CSO_Nash says:
::Finishes his rice and moves on to the chicken and begins its dissection.::

CSO_Nash says:
Jornal:  Excellent fare.  Cooked to perfection.

CTO_Hazzard says:
CSO:  Jeez, Scotty.  Nice to see your appetite hasn't changed none.  It was always a race to get to the BBQ before you did.

Jornal says:
::Blinks, but nods and takes the salad from the CEO.::  CEO:  Shall I arrange the delivery of another, Sir?

OPS_Nash says:
::Hears the message in her mind from the Admiral and thinks "Easier said than done."::

Jornal says:
::Nods.::  CSO:  I do thank you, Sir.

Host CMO-Starr says:
::Sees Tyran close to her table and waves him over.::  Tyran:  The food was marvelous, and this dessert is beyond compare.  Send my compliments to the chef!

CSO_Nash says:
CTO:  You know it, buddy.

CTO_Hazzard says:
CSO:  Does your mom still make that Chicken Salad Dish?

Tyran says:
CMO:  Oh, well I'm quite glad you approve madam.  I'll certainly pass your praise along.  ::Leaves carrying the CMO's empty dishes.::

CEO_Ilianor says:
Jornal:  God, just get me a double shot of Vodka.

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Glares at Adahn.::  Jornal:  He is not feeling well.  Please excuse him.  ::Pokes him to the side and whispers to him.::  CEO: Behave yourself.  You want to make your own?  Jornal:  Delay that order of alcohol.  He is not in need of any alcoholic beverage.

CNS_T`Lin says:
CEO:  Sorry, Adahn.  Doctor's orders.

CSO_Nash says:
CTO:  Yes, she does, and it's still the best in three counties.  ::Eats somewhat more guiltily.::  I just wish her and Dad would hurry up and get here to see the children.

Host CMO-Starr says:
::Wiping her mouth, she places her napkin on the table, standing up, she leaves the restaurant.::

Jornal says:
CEO:  Most certainly, Sir. ::Casts a brief look over his shoulder at the CNS, and hurries in the direction of the bar, but pauses and glances briefly at the CNS again.  Looks momentarily confused, and then shrugs.::  CEO:  I suppose your friend ..  ::Another look at the CNS.:: .. has decided differently.  Shall I bring you something else?

CTO_Hazzard says:
ALL:  I can remember the first time she brought that dish to our family BBQ's.  We had this huge party and everybody was crowin' about how good it was.  It took me and the other kids an hour or so to break away from the table.  ::Suddenly his eyes go wide and he gives a mock glare at the CSO.::  CSO:  That was the day you .. I still haven't paid you back for that!

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Smiles at Jornal, and gives him a nod of thanks.  Finishes her salad, and pulls her soup in front of her.  Whispers to the CEO.::  CEO:  You should not be drinking.  Remember what happened last time.

CEO_Ilianor says:
::Looks over at the CNS.::  Jornal:  Look at that, he's forgotten my order again ..  ::Looks at the CNS.::  .. Bah, just one glass.

Jornal says:
::Glances nervously toward the CTO, briefly ponders having security stand by, and resorts to making another small entry on his PADD instead.::

CSO_Nash says:
CTO:  Thoughts of vengeance, eh!

CTO_Hazzard says:
CSO:  Oh no, son.  You forget, in Texas, it ain't vengeance.  It's due process.

OPS_Nash says:
::Cracks a smile at the near mention of "The Tree."::

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Gives the OPS a mock glare.::  OPS:  Oh you want some too, do ya?

Jornal says:
::Not getting any response from the CEO, he makes his way to return the salad to the kitchen before he can have anything further shoved at him.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Glances her stare from CTO to CSO.::  CTO/CSO:  The tree?

CSO_Nash says:
CTO:  Ah, ever the Security man.  I'm sure you'll have ample chances.

OPS_Nash says:
CTO:  I'm sorry, that is funny to me, and its gives a great story at gatherings such as this.

CEO_Ilianor says:
::Pouts, as he waits for the vodka.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Cringes as he hears the CNS's words.::  Self:  Me and my big mouth.

CSO_Nash says:
CNS:  You mean he never told you the tale?  CTO:  To amuse your mate, no?

CTO_Hazzard says:
CSO:  Scotty, I'm warnin' ya.

OPS_Nash says:
CTO:  Oh be quiet and let my husband talk for once.  ::Smiles.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
CSO:  No, he did not.  Why don't you enlighten me?  ::Grins.::

Host CMO-Starr says:
ACTION:  Lt. Hardchest enters the restaurant, making his way to the back when he sees the crew of the Cherokee.  He abruptly makes a 180 degree turn and leaves rapidly.

CNS_T`Lin says:
CTO:   Hey, Mark.  There goes your friend Hardchest.

CSO_Nash says:
::Looks up seeing Hardchest.::  CTO:  Isn't that Hardchest?  Not to change subjects, but ..  ::Points.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Notices Hardchest out of the corner of his eye.::  Self:  That sunova, what's that cave troll doin' here!

OPS_Nash says:
CTO:  I think he left when he saw us.

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Stands up and puts his napkin on the table.::  CSO:  If you all will excuse me, I think I am going to say hello to our good friend.

CSO_Nash says:
CTO:  Make it quick.  I have a story to finish.

CNS_T`Lin says:
CTO:  Mark?

Jornal says:
::Returns to the table, and goes back to lingering about the table.  For no apparent reason he makes another notation in his PADD.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Grabs the CTO by the sleeve as he gets up.::  CTO: Perhaps that can wait for another time?

CSO_Nash says:
CTO:  Belay that.  Let him go for now.

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Looks at the CNS and nods, giving her a smile.::  CNS:  All right, if you say so.  You guys are more important anyway.

CSO_Nash says:
::Stands barring the CTO's way.::

Tyran says:
Makes his way quickly through the restaurant, carrying what looks like a bottle of fine wine.  He passes within a few feet of the CEO.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
CEO:  Why don't you order some chocolate milk?  It's really good you know.  ::Smiles.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Takes a deep breath and sits down, giving the CNS's leg a squeeze in thanks.::  CSO:  Oh, go ahead and tell the story.  I'm going to order something to drink.

CEO_Ilianor says:
::Grabs the bottle.::  Tyran: Thank you, you're too kind, dear.

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Looks over to the waiter and notices him fiddling with his PADD.::  Jornal:  Excuse me, waiter?

Tyran says:
::Blinks and tries to take it from the CEO.::  CEO:  Uh, pardon, Sir.  This is to be delivered ..

Jornal says:
::Meanders his way toward the CTO, nearly dropping his PADD, but managing to recover it before its contents can be seen.::  CTO:  Yes, Sir, how might I help you?

CNS_T`Lin says:
CEO:  Adahn ... let go of the bottle.  ::Tries to take the bottle from him.  The cork comes off, hitting the CSO in the forehead, wine spilling all over the table.  Giggles.::  CSO: Sorry, Kevin.

CEO_Ilianor says:
Tyran:  To who, dear?  ::Glances over at the CNS, then reluctantly lets go but not before the cork pops off, and Adahn's jaw hangs.::  CNS: Oh .. my .. goodness.

Host CMO-Starr says:
ACTION:  Everyone jumps up from the table, trying to keep the RED wine from covering their clothes.

CSO_Nash says:
::Rubs his forehead.::  CNS:  Ouch!

CTO_Hazzard says:
Jornal:  I could go for a lemonade right about now, and one more thing.  Mind showin' me that Pa.  ::Jumps up to avoid the wine.::

Tyran says:
::Moves away from the table a few paces to avoid getting sprayed.  Glares at the CNS.::  CNS:  You just bought that, lady.  ::Goes back into the back to retrieve another.::

OPS_Nash says:
::Chuckles as the cork hits the CSO in the forehead, then she jumps up so the wine would not get all over her royal purple velvet dress.::

CSO_Nash says:
::Moves away from the table grabbing Kyleigh as well.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Starts to laugh, thinking back to her food fight in the mess hall.::

CEO_Ilianor says:
::Quickly pushes himself away from the table.::  CNS:  Sigh.

CNS_T`Lin says:
ALL:  Well, I don't think we want to leave this fine wine go to waste.  Anyone?

OPS_Nash says:
CNS:  No thanks.

Jornal says:
::Ignores the request to see his PADD and moves to get the CTO's lemonade, and someone to clean up the mess.::

CEO_Ilianor says:
CNS:  Certainly not.

CSO_Nash says:
CNS:  We had better not.

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Turns to everyone and tries to be nonchalant.::  All:  Guys, is it just me .. or is that waiter really way too interested in us?

CNS_T`Lin says:
CEO:  Well actually, I was going to say yours was on the table.  ::Grins.::

Tyran says:
::Tyran returns, this time taking the perimeter route to avoid the group at the table.::  Self:  Really .. the nerve.  Starfleet my ..  ::Her mutterings fade as she leaves the restaurant.::

CSO_Nash says:
CTO:  Now that you mention it he has been hovering over us all dinner.

Host CMO-Starr says:
ACTION:  The waiter, Tyran, comes to the table and leaves a bill for the wine .. 3 bars of latinum.

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Motions for Tyran to come over to his side of the table.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
Self:  Whoa.

OPS_Nash says:
::Happily drinks her iced tea.::

CSO_Nash says:
::Picks up his Altair water avoiding the wine mess and sips at it.::

Tyran says:
::Tyran doesn't see the motion and continues on her way.  Two nondescript men come to clean up the wine mess.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
All:  Do you think I would be too paranoid if I asked what that waiter was writing on that PADD?

CSO_Nash says:
::Picks up the bill on the table and looks it over and his eyes nearly pop out of his head.::  Jornal:  Isn't that a little steep for a bottle of wine?

Jornal says:
::Returns with the CTO's lemonade, places it in front of him, and retreats to the other side of the table.  The mysterious PADD is no longer in his hand.::

CEO_Ilianor says:
CNS:  Well, I see I'm going to be fasting today.  ::Winks.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
Jornal:  Pardon me, waiter.  Come here, please.

CNS_T`Lin says:
CEO:  Would you like some of my soup?

CEO_Ilianor says:
::Looks away for a second.::  CNS:  No, it's all right.  You keep eating.  You need to fill up more than I do.  ::Drifts.::

Jornal says:
::Raises an eyebrow.::  CTO:  Lemonade not to your liking, Sir?  ::Moves over to him, but stays out of reach.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
Jornal:  No, I was wondering what you were writing in that PADD of yours.

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Looks over at the CNS.::  CNS:  T'Lin, don't touch that wine.  ALL:  Guys .. same goes to you.

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Looks inquisitively at the CTO.::  CTO:  Is there something wrong with it?

CTO_Hazzard says:
CNS:  Yeah, I think so.  Something isn't right.

CSO_Nash says:
CTO:  I hadn't planned to.  ::Looks at him.::  Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Is sitting at the table as the wine is dripping in her lap.::

OPS_Nash says:
CTO:  No need to worry about me.  I don't touch alcoholic beverages.

CTO_Hazzard says:
CSO:  Oh yeah, block the exit.

CSO_Nash says:
CTO:  I agree.  ::Moves to block the doors.::

Jornal says:
CTO:  Oh, keeping track of the orders, of course.  A group such as this one can be difficult to keep track of as far as the bill goes.  I'll admit we excel at plenty, but keeping track of everything mentally is not among that list.

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Takes a step closer to Jornal.::  Jornal:  So you'd have no problem with showing me what's on that PADD, would you?

CNS_T`Lin says:
CEO:  Am I missing something?

Jornal says:
::Winks.::  CTO:  And, of course, an establishment such as this would be no good to its customers if we did not attempt to adjust our service to suit its preferences.

CEO_Ilianor says:
::Turns back suddenly.::  CNS:  Um, what are you miss-  oh my God, sit back.

CNS_T`Lin says:
CEO:  What?  Leans back as the wine drips onto her dress.

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Moves away from the table.::

CEO_Ilianor says:
CNS:  Oh, for Christ's sake.  Your poor dress.  ::Grabs a napkin, and tries to mop up the wine.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
Jornal:  The PADD .. I'd like to see it .. now ..

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Giggles as the CEO wipes off her dress.::  CEO: You are .. tickling me.

Jornal says:
CTO:  Hmmm?  Oh, well, er .. of course, Sir.  One moment.  ::Takes a look around the table to make sure no one wants anything else.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Turns to see what's going on and immediately blushes, turning back and trying not to grin like an idiot at the site of T'Lin soaked with wine.::

CSO_Nash says:
::Stands at the doors looking at the comers and goers.::

CEO_Ilianor says:
::Looks up at the CNS.::  CNS:  You're taking this well.  The last time this happened to me, I punched the guy next to me in the nose.

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Follows Jornal as he goes to get the PADD.::

Jornal says:
::Seeing nothing further in the way of orders, he produces the PADD and hands it to the CTO.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Takes the PADD and examines the most recent entries.::

CSO_Nash says:
::Stands at the doors looking for suspicious characters.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
::Laughs.::  CEO:  Well hopefully that incident will not repeat.  Besides that, poor Kyleigh would not like it too much.  ::Kyleigh is sitting next to Adahn.::

CEO_Ilianor says:
CNS:  Oh, well, see, the guy who was sitting next to me, was actually my date.  And he'd caught me in the corner with someone in revenge for him being with someone else the week before.  So .. long story short, wine on my shirt, my fist in his face ..

CNS_T`Lin says:
CEO:  Oh.  That would be bad.  Does not make very good dinner conversation.  ::Grins at the CEO.::

Host CMO-Starr says:
ACTION:  The CTO sees the exact thing Jornal admitted to, the last line of the PADD is:  The chatty one .. apparently seated next to a doctor of some sort .. seems to have an obsession with expensive wines.

CEO_Ilianor says:
CNS:  Well, not with blood running down his face.

Jornal says:
::Waits for the CTO to hand the PADD back, starting to look irritated.::

CNS_T`Lin says:
CEO:  I am not going to have to sit on you again, am I?

OPS_Nash says:
::Sipping her tea.::

CSO_Nash says:
::Walks back to the others as the CTO is looking over the PADD.::

CTO_Hazzard says:
::Hands the PADD back and smiles, taking his credstick out and adding a decent tip to the bill including the bill for the wine.::  Jornal:  Sorry for inconveniencing you.  My line of work tends to make me a little tense.

CEO_Ilianor says:
CNS:  Well, seeing as I'm completely single right now, there won't be violence, I think.

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