A Non Medical Prescription

Posted on Thu Jan 2nd, 2020 @ 11:55am by Ashe Zachariah & Lieutenant Commander Calvin Morgan

Mission: Astraea Jollification
Location: The Raging Deity Lounge

Ashe had been watching the evening play out, between serving drinks. The festive spirit was in full force, and it was nice to see the crew winding down. Everyone deserved it after everything that had happened. It was nice to see fun and laughter and relaxation.

One person who had caught her eye repeatedly through the night was Calvin, the Chief Medical Officer. It seemed that he had taken the concept of relaxation straight to heart and was well and truly into 'happy' territory as the gathering of crew started to dwindle.

"Another one?" she asked with an easy smile as he approached the bar again.

He smiled goofily, doing pretty well in spite of the alcohol in his system. "Now that's a silly question isn't it? Why not..." He paused to think about it, "Oh a whiskey sour sounds fantastic." He answered, sitting down on the stool, just a bit harder than a sober person would. He looked around, his movements a little sluggish before settling his attention on Ashe and the drink she was making.

Drink made and delivered onto the bar in front of him, Ashe smiled. "It's nice to see the crew relaxing," she said quietly. "It's nice to be able to relax too." She shrugged slightly, referencing the tension that came with the alien invaders. "How about you Doc, how are you holding up? Feeling better now that it's all over?"

He picked up the drink, gave it a quick sniff, and then sipped it. He smiled and set it down. "Me? Oh I'm fantastic right now," he said but then tapping the bar with one finger, "Tomorrow, well tomorrow I believe I will be in sickbay undoing some of tonight." He chuckled at himself. "Much better though. It is not often medicine gets the upper hand on me. I did not like it." He stopped for a moment, "I should have figured it out sooner," He mumbled to himself. "Yes though, I agree, relaxing is good. You having a drink too?"

Ashe poured herself a drink. "You know, I haven't had a whiskey sour in a long time, why not," she said with an easy smile. "And you know, you don't need to go to sickbay to cure a hangover. Some see me when you fall out of bed and I'll have you eating bacon and eggs in no time," she said with a wink before she took a sip of her drink, watching him.

"There is no reason why not! Though hopefully I'm more graceful then to fall out of bed," He chuckled. "Breakfast..." He said, his mind wandering off to the joys of breakfast food.

"One of my super hang over chasers followed with a full english, just no fungus for me," Ashe said with a grin. "How I made it through 6 months on a Klingon freighter. For all their anger and cantankerousness, they're actually incredibly social when they're drinking, and they do like to drink, a LOT!"

Calvin laughed. "Yes, yes they do. I drank one under the table once. Well, that's what I've been told. See," he stopped to take a sip, and a second sip and set the glass down. "I was doing well, and then you know what? I don't remember. They say the Klingon dropped first. But security also had to be called to stop the full out bar brawl *I supposedly* started after the drinking game." He shrugged. "I'm slightly better behaved these days.

"Only slightly?" Ashe countered with a grin as she pulled up the stool she kept on her own side of the bar. "Well, I had been contemplating cutting you off soon, but now I want to see how this evening plays you. You've piqued my interest Doc!"

Calvin playfully frowned. "Cut me off? That would have been rude." He finished his drink and slid the empty glass over to her. "While whatever happens is completely my fault, I'm still not taking responsibility for anything I do or say. Another please. And don't expect me to be suave." He said with a pinky in the air. "Cause I'm tipsy." He said with a wink.

With a laugh, Ashe slid off the stool and poured another for him, sliding it across the bar. "How about some food to help soak up the alcohol?" she offered.

"What did you have in mind we have?" He inquired raising an eyebrow before picking up the glass. He gave it a sniff before sipping it and setting it back down.

"How about some wings? Or maybe some fried chicken?" Ashe asked. "Or one of my special BLTs?"

"Special BLT," He responded without hesitation, pointing at her. "Because you say it's your speciality. And I like you, so it must be good."

"Alright, drink up, give me a few," she said with a grin before disappearing back through the doors into the kitchen.

As she returned, she had two plates, put one down and slid it across in front of him. "There you go, my special BLT. Extra B, no L or T."

He looked at the plate, picking up the top piece of bread to peak underneath. He grinned taking a bite. "Delicious," he said in between bites. "Any good drinking stories?" He asked her.

"Dozens," she said with a grin. "Some of them don't even involve me," she laughed as she picked up half of her own sandwich and took a bite of the two inch thick layer of bacon slices. She chewed slowly and thoughtfully, washing it down with a sip of her own drink and shook her head. "Actually, most of them involve me. Hey, what can I say. Life is meant to be interesting, isn't it?"

"That it is, that it is," he responded. He took another bite and chewed, swallowing before piping up again. "Lets hear one of those stories!" He said with a smile while he washed down his sandwich with more of his alcohol.

"Little known fact," Ashe said with a grin. "I actually went to Starfleet Academy for almost fifteen months. The week we were doing midterms in my first year I broke into the Academy Commandant's house and stole his prized bottle of Aldebaran whiskey and we drank it while skinny dipping in his pool. Security came. We hightailed it out of there and I ended up spending the night naked and sleeping in a tree."

Calvin laughed. "Why did you leave the Academy? Surely that wasn't enough to get you kicked out."

"No... that didn't get me kicked out..." She grinned and poured them both another drink. "In my first year I started an underground gambling ring, taking bets on anything and everything. It was actually crazy profitable! So when I started my second year I decided to reinvest my earnings and I started running off campus raves for cadets. I had a Ferengi supplying me bootleg moonshine, charged a hefty cover charge, it was great... until it wasn't. Long story short, I got busted. It got handed off to the Academy and to local PD. Local PD couldn't hang anything on me because all their evidence went missing, but the Academy decided that my conduct was unbecoming and I was expelled, so I spent a couple of years as a Dabo girl instead."

"If you stayed in, what would you have studied and gone into?" Calvin asked, almost sounding serious.

"That, my friend," she said pouring them both another drink, "is not a conversation for tonight. Now, come on, turnabout's fair play. Your best dumb patient story!"

Taking a gulp of his drink, he leaned back and chuckled. "I have too many. From people who were experimenting," Calvin made air quotes, "on the holodeck to knuckleheads who don't realize what they are doing isn't smart. Just had an engineer the other day re-calibrating EPS conduits. Quick fix, he didn't think shutting down the power in the Jefferies Tube was necessary. I spent some time cleaning up burns on him. He was fine, but he's going around bald, no eyebrows, and hairless on his arms for the next few weeks till his hair grows back in."

"Oooohhh, EPS electrolysis!" Ashe laughed. "Did he learn his lesson though? Or will he become a regular do you think?"

"Mostly apologetic," He said with a chuckle. He sipped his drink, "I think he did. I hope he doesn't become a regular. A person making that kind of mistake will most likely make a worse one next! Reattaching limbs is painfully detailed."

"Have you really reattached limbs?" Ashe asked in awe, leaning across to refill his drink. "I've always wondered about that..." She caught the smirk on his face and shrugged slightly. "I have a bit of a thing for horror movies, they usually involve gore, violence and bodies parts being severed."

"We can cut one of yours off and put it back on if you want," Calvin responded with a sly smile and a wink. He took another gulp of his drink. "However that will have to be a date for another night, I'm probably not the smoothest right now."

"Darlin' with the condition you're in right now, I probably wouldn't trust you with a plastic kiddy kutter," Ashe replied cheekily. "But if you ever want to watch a scary movie, I'm definitely your girl! I even have a few epic horror holo programs."

Calvin smiled, "Sounds like a plan then." He finished the last of his drink and slid the glass back to her. "You should probably cut me off now."

"Still remember your way to your quarters? Or do you need someone to accompany you, you know, to make sure you get there in one piece?" She asked, a note of genuine concern in her voice.

"Psh," He replied with a playful swat in the air. "I know my way back, it's only a deck away. But I'll never say no to the company of a beautiful woman."

Ashe laughed and shook her head. "Alright cowboy, come on, lets get you back to your quarters and tucked up in bed before you end up dancing on the bar. The scuff marks from your Federation standard boots are a bitch to clean off the next morning," she said, rounding the bar. "Now are you sure you know where you're going or should I ask the computer for directions while I still can?"

"Absolutely positive," Calvin said holding out his arm like any drunken gentlemen would do. "Follow me," He said with a smile.