JPL - Lt Quoicho & Ambassador Ilex - "I Am The Brute Squad"

Posted on 241505.21 @ 5:00am by Civilian Pal'Maar Ilex

Mission: Agua Mala
Location: Shaker's Lounge

The tall spotted man strode into the the lounge, and looked around as he came to a stop just inside the doors which stood open behind him. His seven foot frame all but completely filled the doorway as he stood there considering the herd of people who were drinking, eating, and talking. By all accounts, the talking was what bothered him, for the sound of it produced such a cacophony. He needed to go and observe, for that's what his princess had decreed he should be doing, but these people were just so alien to him. The only saving grace since boarding this hulking metal beast was the replicator pattern he'd found for something called a utilikilt, a pleated skirt-like garment with large pockets for him to carry things. After trying on the first one, he had proceeded to replicate multiple in various colors. At the moment, he was wearing one in a dark forest green.

Nanee was always if she was in the lounge was sitting by herself in what she assumed was the quietest part of the lounge looking over her CPaDD. Mostly looking over medical journals but not really reading the noise level was just slightly too high for her to concentrate. Sighing finally giving up she looked up for a waiter raised her hand when, "vodka three cubes of ice." Was all that was said the waiter nodded and headed for the bar to put her order in.

As his eyes scoured the room, Pal'Maar noted the one table that had only a single silent occupant, a dark haired woman with spots framing her face. She had just sent a waiter off with an order, and Pal'Maar watched him scurry off to fill it. He met the man at the bar, and stood towering over him.

"I will take her the drink, and you will make one for me too," he directed, staring down at the waiter with his arms crossed. The man looked up at Pal'Maar, swallowed hard, and nodded quickly. It didn't take long before the two glasses appeared on the bar, and the waiter handed them to Pal'Maar. "Thank you," he said bruskly before he walked over to the table, setting one glass in front of the doctor as he stood looming over her.

As the large man walked over to the table casting a shadow as he walked, "interesting the waiter that took my order was a skinny short man. Please have a seat." Nanee said seeing as he had brought over her drink crossing her legs she leaned back into her chair, "your a Stenellis, correct?"

"I am," he returned, sitting down as as he was directed. He considered the contents of the glass he held, and was unsure what to make of this clear liquid. "What is it we're drinking?"

"Vodka, a distilled drink from fermenting cereal grains or potatoes. It's a favorite Human drink simple but classy." Nanee said looking at the rather impressive looking man, "it's a alcoholic drink." Nanee added figuring that would make more sense than her previous explanation.

"Grain alcohol?" He took a small sip, letting it sit on his tongue a moment. "It is... acceptable. It would mix well with other flavors, such as fruits and perhaps a hibiscus?" He took a longer drink.

"Other people do mix it with other things I prefer the clean taste of it. I may put some mint in sometimes." Nanee said, "Nanee Quoicho." She also added.

"I am Pal'Maar Ilex, caste leader of the Makta and Royal Guard to the Crowned Princess of the Stenellian Ascendancy, Xue'Daio Nox," he introduced himself with a small nod of his head. "I am not familiar with mint as of yet, but I shall have to try it some time," he mused, looking at his glass again.

"If you would like we can try it now it's a herb that can be eaten straight or just added for it's flavor." Nanee said waving over the waiter and asking for some mint on a plate, "it also has a strong but subtle fragrance to it."

"You seem to have taken my choice away from me in this matter," he observed, furrowing his brow at her. "When we reach Apsha, I will have to return the favor by introducting you to one of our beverages with our hibiscus in it."

"I'll look forwarded to it," Nanee said finding the man interesting as the mint arrived, "take a couple of sprigs put them in and crush them with your spoon to release the flavor." Nanee said as did what she just said.

"Should I not crush it by hand before dropping in the drink?" Pal'Maar asked, picking up one of the small sprigs between his pointer finger and thumb. He held it up in front of him, looking at it closely.

"You can if you like but all the oils well end up on your fingers instead of in your drink." Nanee said looking at Pal'Maar.

He shrugged his shoulder and dropped the sprig into the glass. It landed on an ice cube and sat floating at the surface.

Nanee just watched the large man as she sipped on her vodka, "caste leader and royal guard. How do you lead your tribe when you're protecting the princess?"

"How do you heal the sick on the ship when you're drinking?" Was his question in return. He picked up the spoon that had been delivered with the mint, and stirred his drink, sending the mint sprig down into the vodka and pinning it under the ice.

"Fair point." Nanee said watching him stir it seemed weird watching someone that large stir.

"Is there something incorrect about how I add the mint to my beverage?" he asked, staring back at her as he leaned forward onto the table and rested his elbows upon it.

"No it's just slightly amusing watching someone of your size stir something that small into a drink." Nanee said with a slight shrug. "And I doubt you can't mess up stirring mint into a drink."

"I suppose it would be difficult to fail at such a task," he conceded, sitting up straight again. There was the ringing of metal tapping glass as he stirred again, and a small crack appeared up the side of the glass. "Is it supposed to do that?" he asked, tapping the glass to point out the crack. With a sharp ring, the glass broke, spilling vodka, ice, and mint upon the table and leaving him holding the spoon where the glass had been.

"No it shouldn't," Nanee said not jumping and or flinching when the glass broke looking around seeing a waiter walked up.

"Everything alright?" He asked looking at the ice, vodka and broken glass. "Wha.....what happened?"

"He stirred in the mint into his drink. And as you can the glass broke. So it's not so much what we did it's more of why did he get a defective glass?" Nanee asked.

"I....don......I don't know." He looked around, "let me clean this up for you." The waiter quickly disappeared to get tub to put the broken glass in and along with the ice. Few minuets later he returned with a tub and few rags he carefully started pushing the broken glass and ice into the tub and using the fresh rag to wipe up the vodka. "Would you care for another one?" He asked looking at Pal'Maar.

"I think not, I shall stay with something familiar. Do you have kanar?" He stared at the tub that held the broken glass and the remains of his drink. The waiter nodded and disappeared quickly. "Perhaps I shall try your mint in your vodka another time. For now, it seems not to be."

Nanee just shrugged not caring what he ordered or didn't order, "makes no difference to me." Nanee said honestly but finding Kanar to be an interesting choice knowing very few people outside of Cardassians that actually enjoy the drink.

"I find it odd that you do not seem to care. Were we not bonding over beverages?" He made a face, and frowned softly as he said this, still holding the spoon where it had been when the glass broke.

"We are but that doesn't mean your new drink choice means we're not bonding." Nanee said looking at Pal'Maar, "and truthfully this is me stand-offish and a bitch. Some people don't like it or handle it well and I've gotten used to it." Nanee said shrugging again as she slowly sipped on her vodka wanting to see how he would re-act.

"Do you seek attention, not unlike my princess?" he asked, furrowing his brow and finally setting down the spoon.

"No the opposite." Nanee said simply finally setting her drink down.

"One does not avoid attention by drawing attention to herself with her actions and attitude," he pointed out as he looked around for the waiter. He spied the man frantically digging behind the bar, and all he could assume is that he could not find the kanar. "If it did not amuse me to watch the man scramble like an insect, I would go over there and tell him vodka would be fine." Pal'Maar nodded towards the bar to draw Nanee's attention to the spectacle.

Nanee found Pal'Maar a interesting specimen she felt slightly bad making the poor man search for a drink that they most likely didn't have. But she did have to admit that it was entertaining shrugging, "at some point he'll come back and explain that he actually doesn't have any and should've said let me go check."

"That I doubt. I think he worries I shall crush his head," Pal'Maar insisted with a hearty laugh. "I could, if I wanted to... but after the difficulties with the Romulan, it is ideal not to test the bounds of diplomatic immunity." The tall spotted man shook his head. "It looks like he's giving up his search. What should I ask for next that is likely equally as impossible to find?"

"Draylaxian whiskey it's not rare but expensive as shit." Nanee said with a smirk, "don't see it in ships lounges all that often."

"Excrement is not expensive, it is plentiful and used as a fertilizing agent." Pal'Maar frowned.

Nanee looked at him strangely and smirked, "I meant that the whiskey is extremely expensive when I said 'expensive as shit'." Nanee said looking at Pal'Maar.

"That phrase does not make sense," he dismissed matter of factually. The waiter started to approach, but Pal'Maar simply waved him off. "Why would anyone think that comparing something to excrement would be an understandable manner to imply its value?"

"You'll need to ask a Human that as it's a Human saying." Nanee said shrugging her shoulders.

"Why would you use such an odd phrase if you don't understand it?" He sighed and stood up. "I must find out the source of this absolutely incorrect comparison. I have no doubt I will see you around again."

"I'm sure you well." Nanee said giving him a small smirk and nod as she picked up her drink and continued to slowly sip on it looking at Pal'Maar, "I must say I'm glad you walked over here."

"Have a good evening, and enjoy your mint," he returned before making his way towards the door. On his way, the mass over people silently and seemingly subconsciously, parted before him.

=/\= End Log =/\=

Lieutenant Nanee Quoicho
Chief Medical Officer
USS Enterprise

Pal'Maar Ilex
Caste leader; Makta
Royal Guard