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To Dine Or Not To Dine, That Is The Question

Posted on Sun Apr 9, 2017 @ 10:06pm by Lieutenant James Myers & Ensign Brogan McConnell & Ensign Ileana Ramirez
Edited on on Sat Apr 22, 2017 @ 2:41pm

Mission: The Fruit Of Tantalus
Location: Deck 8 - Sickbay
Timeline: MD1 - 1530 Hours

“Okay, that should do it,” Head Nurse Ramirez, Ileana to her friends and close colleagues, remarked as she put the dermal regenerator back on the tray near the biobed. “Isn’t this the third time this week you’ve been in for minor skin abrasions and a dislocated shoulder?”

“Well, hmmm, I guess so,” the Lieutenant stammered.

“Maybe you should consider a less hazardous sport.”

“I don’t consider Martial Arts a sport, Nurse,” he retorted. He stood up, flexed his shoulder pleased that the pain and stiffness had been alleviated. “It’s training. You never know when it might come in handy.”

“Whatever, maybe you should consider taking it down a couple of levels,” she retorted right back, with an ever so slight grin.

“Now, Ma’am, what would be the fun in that, I ask you.”

“I guess I see your point. Well,” she began, taking the dermal regenerator off the tray and holding it up, “you know where to find me. I mostly work the Alpha shift.”

“Ooo, do I detect a hint in that comment? Like maybe the lady is wrangling for a dinner date since she’d be free at eighteen hundred hours?” he grinned.

“With you?”

“I don’t see anyone else in the room,” he said looking around. “Come on, what do you say? Mess hall, tonight, table for two?”

“I…don’t…know,” she hedged. “I might be busy. Besides, why me? We’ve just met. I’m sure you must have plenty of young women in your own department who’d love a dinner invitation. People who you’d have much more in common with.”

“Oh, you mean like people I see every day? I think it’d be way more interesting to make a new friend,” he crooned. “Tell you what, I’ll be in the mess hall at 1830 hours, and I’ll save a seat—just in case.”

“Ok, maybe,” Ileana responded as he made his way to the Sickbay door

“Uh oh, did I hear you just agree to have a meal with that man?” Brogan, one of the nurses, questioned as he entered the room.

“Well, Brogan, what if I did? I don’t think it’s any of your business.”

“Sorry, Ma’am, but I don’t think you realize just who that Lieutenant is. I’ve heard some stories about him. I have a friend who calls him ‘Max lacks’. This friend met him at Deep Space 9 before we left, and now her life will never be the same,” Brogan offered.

“Geez, you are making less and less sense. I’ll have dinner with whomever I please…and I’ll thank you to stay out of my affairs. I have some lab samples that need analyzing…like right now,” Ileana said pointing down the hall toward the lab.

“Well, it’s your life,” he rolled his eyes and turned to go just as Dr. Myers entered.

“Afternoon, everybody,” he said cheerfully. Unfortunately, he couldn’t help but notice Brogan leaving with a smirk on his face and a Head Nurse porting a scowl. “So, Ileana, how are things going between you and Brogan? Any improvement since I left?”

“Depends on the day, Sir, depends on the day. Is there anything I can do to help you get settled back in?”

“Yes, why don’t you come into my office? I’ll treat you to a coffee and we’ll go over the duty roster for the rest of the week. Oh, and by the way, wasn’t that Lieutenant Max Roberts I saw just leaving when I came in? He sure had a giddy smile on his face. Any ideas why?”

“I’m sure I have no idea,” Ileana quickly responded as she followed Dr. Myers back into his office. ‘Max lacks? I wonder what Brogan meant by that quip?’

 

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