Loki: I keep my eyes on everyone that's a threat to you. *Shakes head.* Loki: I can only pay attention to one at a time, but I can pretty much preform perfect recon... I'm still suprised that Taras hasn't caught on yet. He can literally sense twilight and teleport to it...
The unknown substance is my medication! Really! And last time I checked, I did not take advantage of that woman! Of your ships alcohol supplies, surely. But not of a woman!
Last night, after taking my prescribed witchroot, Shadow and I decided to go to Ten Foward. While there, the Bartender flirted with Shadow, and I liberated some illegal substances from her bar. So she wouldn't get in trouble of course! After that, I left and met a very beautiful ensign, who was on her break, in the…
*Jerks awake, wide eyed and breathing heavily. Looks around.* Uhhh, last time I have more than two drops of that... *Looks at Romulan Ale bottle, empty.* Or any of that. *Looks around for ensign, who isn't there.* Or doing that without catching her name first... *Blinks heavily and falls back onto pillows.* Wake me up…
*They get to the room.* Ah, here we are... *Tosses vodka to Shadow, then grabs the girl and disappears into the cabin. The door is locked.* (OOC: And that is where I'll end it for tonight.!)
*Walks out the door, hiding the booze in coat. Walks by a pretty female ensign, whom he flirts with, quickly having her under his arm in seconds. Cllser, Shadkw can hear mutterings in her ear.* You ever hear of Villaroa? It's a planet with no government, just sweet paradise. *Laughs out loud then, mutters I her ear again.*…
Bartender: Oh my, you're a fighter? That's so cool! Do you have any interesting scars? Or stories? I'd love to hear a story. *She bats her long lashes at Shadow, pleading.* *Meanwhile, jumps over bar while everyone is distracted, and grabs a bottle of vodka from her stash. And a personal bottle of Rolmulan Ale. Jumps back…
*Walks in and takes a seat at the bar, and smile at the bartender, who is a she.* Hey there, beautiful woman. You have any real alcohol behind that bar, or is it all just synth? *The Bartender cracks a smile, and leans against the counter.* Bartender: It depends. What are you going to do with it? Me: Drink it with the…
(First off... not TRIBBLE, just in case.... second, I completely agree!) Eh, that's murder. She can't murder us! She can't kill me! *Walks off towards Ten Foward.* (Last symptom- false sense of invulnerability.)
Eh, who cares?! What's that little fox gonna do anyway? (Side effects of witchroot include, but are not limited to- magic over load, sleepless nights, addiction, increased sexual desire, over confidence, defiance to rules and consequences, and in extreme cases, death. By losing the mind in the SoC)
*Snorts.* There's probably already weird rumors flyin' about us. *Walks to nearest comm.* Hello. Could I have a doctor please? Doctor: Speaking. Me: Ah yes. It would seem that the Captain has fallen ill, a concussion sadly. Could you send one to her quarters? Doctor: And who are you? Me, chuckling: One of her friends.…