Dance the Night Away

Posted on Wed Oct 4th, 2023 @ 6:16pm by Cadet Senior Grade Donto Ros & Cadet Senior Grade Riaothren(Ren) ch'Shaorhs & Cadet Senior Grade David "Dave" Holloway & Cadet Senior Grade Naltar Jerane & Cadet Senior Grade Ki'ana & Cadet Senior Grade Felix & Cadet Senior Grade Toareth Darqa & Cadet Junior Grade Noxi Harrison

10,887 words; about a 54 minute read

Mission: **ARCHIVED** 0 - Assignment Day
Location: The Blue Room + adjoining mess hall

It'd taken a lot of paperwork, questioning by their instructors, and even more sourcing for what she needed to make it happen, including contacting some local shops outside of the Academy grounds and personally going down to collect them along with a few fellow cadets she'd roped into helping out - thankfully no one seemed to question the sight of a Kelpien and her gaggle of friends walking through the streets of San Francisco pulling a grav sled laden heavily with food and drink behind them - and a ton of setting up and of course, hours and hours of logistics... but she'd done it. As the outgoing Cadet President of the Mess Committee, Ki'ana considered the small party she'd been authorized to throw for herself and her future crewmates a personal achievement.

The Blue Room was packed to bursting tonight. Ki'ana had stated specifically in her invitation that there would be no booze of any kind served to anyone (not even the sparse few instructors in attendance, with their wholehearted agreement) and to dress down to something casual (but not too casual, of course, they were still on Academy grounds and expected to behave as such) - which no one seemed to have any objection to. The Stardancer's crewmen-to-be milled around freely, mingling and socializing to their heart's content. Long tables stretched across the adjoining mess hall, laden with food and drinks for those who had no plans to endure the thumping beat in the Blue Room. The Academy's mess staff had tastefully arranged it all, better than even Ki'ana herself could, and added a few contributions of their own. In short, everyone would go home with their bellies (and hopefully their hearts) full - which was what she'd been aiming for.

Ki'ana herself had taken to hanging out in the mess hall, talking and gossiping with her fellow cadets. She'd worn a snugly fitting blue shirt tonight, paired with jeans and a smart pair of hooved sneakers - something she'd taken to wearing on their given nights out to the city, repurposed for this one night. Not everyone was here yet, of course, and she hoped to see them soonish.

Ren ch'Shaorhs liked the rest of the incoming crew of the Stardancer had gotten the memo about no booze allowed. He understood the reasoning and since he was not really a party animalhe was not really disappointed. Dunk cadets, after all, could lead to a brawl, and while those always worked out in a holonovel, they meant trouble in real life.

He was looking forward to his Cadet Cruise, though Starduster had not been his first choice of assignment, it was the ship he had been assigned to. His record at the Academy had, with one rare exception, been, if not exceptional, then well above average, and he didn't need a blemish on it. This is exactly what getting drunk would lead to, whether through a fight or just making a fool of himself. That was the last thing he wanted or needed.

His only regret when it came to the lack of booze availability, was that he was likely to run into his ex at the party, which would be all kinds of uncomfortable, especially since they'd just broken up three months ago. It was just something he would have to deal with, after all, he was going to have to live with them not only for the cruise but for the foreseeable future.

He's also gotten the memo about casual, but not too casual clothing and had decided on something definitively Terran. Navy-colored chinos that contrasted with his own lighter blue hue and a short-sleeved cotton shirt. The shirt had a gray background with blue and gray swirling verticle lines running down it.

He stepped into the Blue Room and since alcohol was not an option, headed toward one of the heavily laden tables to find himself a snack.

Ros entered and on his arm was a blonde-haired woman who had spots running down her face, clearly a trill. His outfit was just a shirt and formal trousers belonging to the Bajraon culture, dangling from his ear was a rd earing clipped on his lobe, red for the Pah-wraiths. His date, Junior Cadet Tarshi Zorgen 4th she wore something from her culture too, shirt and skirt.

Behind him was Jason who also brought someone, she wasn't holding his arm like Tarshi, she was human and her hair was clearly dyed pink that had gotten darker over time, wearing a summer dress and not clutching her date. Jason was straightening the white shirt, and navy blue suit jacket and brushing his black suit trousers. Looking past Ross & Tarshi he saw a face he knew. Ren. Leaning forward into Donto Ross' ear he whispered "Ren is here, let's leave before this turns awkward."

Ross chuckled, leant back slightly, and said. "Nope. Consider this payback for spoiling my surprise." with a devilish grin on his face. Apprchoing Ki'ana, he gave her his best smile "Thanks for having us." He said, though he didn't know much about her, the place looked pretty great.

"You're welcome. And whoa, did everyone bring a date? Or two?" She glanced behind them at the trio of Bolians making dove eyes at each other as they ate and drank. Heat crept onto her cheeks; of all the things she'd thought to do finding someone to come with had not been one of them. Not like anyone really found her attractive anyway - but that wasn't quite as important. "Anyway. It's wonderful to see you, Ros. Who's she?' She smiled at the pretty blonde Trill.

"Doctor Tarshi Zorgen," Ros said with a smile of pride as she extended her hand. "She's a Hematologist and a genius."
Tarshi smiled and laughed while being praised. "Ros is being modest. But I am great! I'm bound for the USS Blackthorne, just thinking about the sickbay and medical systems is making me giddy!"

"Tarshi. Nice to meet you! Well, enjoy the party, I'm hoping for it to be a fruitful few months before we can finally graduate." Ki'ana answered. "How did you two meet?"

Tarshi smiled awkwardly at her as if she wasn't aware of campus gossip. "He defended me against some very scary Orion cadets." Meanwhile, the smile on Ros smile disappeared and his eyes roamed the room, he wished he could of at least got someone who wasn't busy packing for their cadet cruise.

"Did he-" Ki'ana's brow furrowed as she saw Ros' face fall. "Hey, Ros. Is everything okay?" She asked.

"I'll meet up with you in a moment," Ros said to the trill with a smile, she nodded and walked away. "She is so full of herself and all the good dates are either taken or boarding ships... Those 'very scary Orion cadets' were just telling jokes in native tongue, my biggest regret is running to her and asking if everything is alright."

"Well, now you know better, at least," Ki'ana replied with a smile. "As to finding a date - I'm sure you can find someone if you try. Plenty of good dates around! Oh, if only I'd brought one."

Ros sighed, all the way from her dorm to the Blue Room she kept talking about herself. "Well, all the other dates have gone home or packing to board their cadet cruises... And I'm wishing I did the same." He said, his eyes peering passed the girl from next door to the bar where Tarshi sat. "I best go before something happens."


Mila, the Orion freshman who had been pegged to join the crew as a security officer walked in wearing a gold sleeveless tank top that showed off her muscular arms, dark jeans, and white boots. Her black hair was pulled back with loose curls framed her face. She was younger than most of the cadets in attendance, but she wasn't one to shy away from making new friends. She scanned the crowd for a group she might approach.

The Andorian had gotten himself a ginger ale and was holding a plate of hors d'Ourves. He wasn't quite sure what they were but they were spicy, and if his tastebuds were accurate, there was some cheese in them. He saw Josh and almost dropped his plate. He didn't hate the other man. If he were being honest with himself, he still felt some attachment. But seeing at that point, was the last thing he wanted. Especially since he was here with someone new.

He cursed under his breath, before turning studiously away and taking a long sip of his drink.

Tarshi walked up to the bar, she kept an eye on Ros just in case he tried to dump her for her. "Psst," The trill wearing a sort of pink sequin dress said to the Andorian, once his head turned she asked him. "Do you know that..." Her head tilted toward Ki'ana's direction, the person Ros was talking to.

Ren turned to look, then cut his eyes back to Tarshi with a grimace. With a sigh, he replied, "You mean the blond guy? Yes, I know him. I know him as well as one person can know another. He's my ex. Why do you ask?"

Tarshi's eyes danced around the room trying to find the "blond guy" in Ki'ana's direction. "Oh," She let out a little giggle like a school kid "That's Jason. He's so dreamy... Your ex?!" The trill didn't know Jason swung both ways... But if she had legs and wealth like him then she would probably too.

"It's a long story, but yes my ex. I'm over him. Mostly. But, it still hurts every time I see him."

Tarshi stood up while her newly found friend dreamed of a bygone era. "I was the exact same over Jeff." She said with a goof smile showing her upper front teeth "But look at me and Donto. We're soulmates!" But she quickly charged off towards Ross when he parted with Ki'ana.

Noxi took the words "party" and ignored the "casual" and ran with it. She turned up in a black dress, black flats, and a jade green shell necklace. Her long, brown waves were pulled back. She wore pink lipstick, and the rest of her makeup was light. She never wore much. The only non-Terran thing she wore was the traditional Bajoran earring in her right ear, with her mother's family's crest. She was only half-Bajoran, the three ridges along her nose barely noticeable under her makeup.

She walked in and headed for the drinks. She got herself a drink in a red cup-three hundred years, and not much had changed amongst the 20-somethings of the universe and headed to mingle. She was drinking an orange soda. She was normally a tea or water person, but it was a party, and she didn't mind that it was dry. She wasn't much of a drinker, anyway, so it didn't bother her and she could have fun without it.

Felix had worn a tuxedo t-shirt and a pair of black jeans with white athletic shoes. went up to the drink table to pour himself a glass of milk when he ran into the Bajoran wearing a black dress who also had the mind to go to the drink table. "Will you also be serving on the Stardancer?" the Caitian asked her.

Noxi nodded. "Yes! I will be the Counselor," she said. "My mother was, too, and my father is a CMO in the Fleet. On the USS Intrepid," she said. "How about you?"

"Chief Science Officer," Felix said proudly, though not arrogantly. He bowed his head to the Counselor, his paw like hand on his chest in deference. "It is my pleasure to meet you. My name is Felix," he said bringing his eyes back up to make eye contact. "I may go to medical school after this tour. It has been a thought of mine," he added.

"Nice!! I am Noxi Harrison. Sorry!! Excuse me, please, I am going to say hi to Ki'ana. She's organized this whole party," Noxi explained.

She went to find Ki'ana, to thank the hostess. It was polite. The Kelpien cadet wasn't hard to find-there weren't many Kelpiens in the Fleet, and only one at the Academy. She found the woman. "Thank you for hosting this for all of us. Noxi Harrison. I am studying to be a Counselor," she said.

If Noxi knew who to look for, then she probably already knew her name and appointment. No need for much introduction. "You're welcome. It wasn't hard at all." She replied through a sip of grape punch. "I'm going to be a science officer. What made you specialize in counselling?"

Noxi smiled. "That sounds nice. I got into counseling as sort of an accident, really. I wanted to be a doctor at first, but I don't like blood. I like helping people, though, so this was a good choice," she said. "How did you pick science?" She sipped the soda again and looked at the Kelpien.

"I like plants. Father used to make me help out on the farm. I suppose that's where it started," Ki'ana replied with a smile. "Hard work tilling the ground and pulling up the vegetables. Have you ever had Kelpien lettuce? It's so juicy and crunchy because it has roots that grow really, really deep to suck up all the water it can. I used to pull them up by hand, then drag the head along with the roots attached. Two meters long and far-reaching to boot. Can you imagine that? Guess that's where this came from," Ki'ana flexed an arm, showing considerable tone to it. "It freaks some boys out, actually~!"

Noxi laughed. "Scaring boys is my favorite!" She said. "So you're going to specialize in botany?" She asked. A familiar face caught her eye. "Have you met Aimee Back? Hold on," she stood up on her tiptoes. "AIMMMEEEEE," she bellowed. A pretty Klingon cadet wandered over. "Listen, you don't have to holler like that, I can hear you", she said. "I am Klingon and my hearing is superior," she said.

"Yeah, I-" Ki'ana had opened her mouth to finish her answer, and then the Klingon cadet wandered over, and she momentarily forgot how to breathe. The woman was stunning - in a sort of 'I'll rip your butt off if you mess with my people' kind of way. Her outfit definitely helped. "Uhhhhh... hi." Yes, Ki'ana, lovely first introduction. She held out a hand for her to shake. Her cheeks felt hot. "You must be Aimee. What'll you be doing on the Stardancer?"

Aimee smiled. "Lab tech," she said. "So we'll work together, most likely," Aimee said. "It's nice to meet you. I didn't catch your name." The Klingon said. She shook the woman's hand.

Lab tech. Oh, boy. So she was going to be seeing this warrior beauty a lot more often when they set out. Okay then. The thought brought with it a brief rush of excitement. "Oh! It's Ki'ana. I'm looking forward to working with you, too. I hope you don't mind processing plants for me. They can be a little bit boring."

Aimee smiled. "I don't mind processing anything. As long as I have my microscope, I am fine," she said. "Nice to meet you, Ki'ana," she said. "Hopping party. We need to have a girls-only soiree someday," she said. Noxi nodded. "That would be fun! How about it, Ki'ana? Before we leave!"

"Sounds good to me,' Ki'ana grinned. "You're on. I think I know a place in town that'll be perfect. It's not too crowded but not too empty either, and the best part? Plenty of decent guys and girls." The Kelpien giggled. "Course, the main point is still to bond with each other. "

Aimee nodded. "Ok, sounds like a plan. Noxi, fill me in. I am going to get a drink. Anyone need another soda?" She asked. She was drinking ginger ale herself. "Nox...you and your orange drinks. Ewww." The Klingon made a face.

"Me, please!" Ki'ana handed the Klingon her empty cup. "Strawberry, please. And please, the orange drinks aren't that bad! I like them." She said with a huff.

Aimee laughed. "They taste like that powered drink mix the Humans like Kool-aid," she made a sour face. "Ok, one strawberry soda, one orange death, and another Ginger Ale. I'll be right back," Aimee said. The party had just gotten *that* much better now that she'd met Ki'ana.

Ki'ana let Aimee hurry away with their drink orders before trotting up to the DJ for a quick chat. The Tellarite cadet nodded, and the music switched to something a bit more classical: perfect for a dance with a partner. The room seemed to get what was going on; most people paired up, finding someone to dance with while some others refrained, keeping to themselves as was expected. Ki'ana herself refrained, watching from the sidelines - though to say that she wasn't the tiniest bit wistful that no one had snatched her up to dance would've been a pretty big lie.

Ooh, dancing!! Noxi wished she had a date! But no worries, she'd dance with Aimee. They had done that many times before-friendly dancing with each other because they were both awkward nerds with little luck in love-Aimee had had a girlfriend but didn't tell anyone except Noxi because she wasn't out yet, and Noxi had dated a few of the athletes but nothing had stuck. She was hoping that, once she was out in the real Fleet, the right person would come along. Until then, she was focused on graduating. Her parents would absolutely KILL her if she didn't. She found Aimee, and they began their goofy little dance they did, heads bobbing in time, and nearly falling over laughing.

Jason and his date had been inseparable probably because Jason's ex was here and he did not want to confront him. Taking her by the hand, he led her to the floor where a majority of people were clustered and starting to dance the night away.

Tarshi really wanted to dance, she searched the room looking for Ros but he was nowhere. Where on Earth was Ros? He had made a quick escape through the window in the men's bathroom. Another hour with someone who only talked about herself and only herself would have driven him to be un gentleman-like though again so was ditching your dating.

Ren saw Jason and his date and cringed, looking around for someone he could dance with. He didn't see anyone at first, though he did spot Dave. Alone. As he usually was. He made a mental note to go and talk with him later, they had things to discuss. But he could do that later. Even if that later was after the evening's festivities.

He spotted Ki'ana and moved up to her. "Would you like to dance?" he asked.

Ki'ana blinked her large lilac eyes at the Andorian, seeming a bit stunned. "Oh! Um. Yes, I'd like that!" She smiled nervously and offered him a hand. "Um, just so you know- I don't really know how to dance, so... lead me?"

"Leading partners is my specialty, Ren said, his face deadpan. "My advice is just to really tune into the music, follow my lead, and lean into the magic. You have nothing to worry about."

"Alright then," Ki'ana took his hand and did her level best to do as he said, gingerly stepping round his feet - he might've been wearing a rather nice pair of shoes, but last she'd checked, having your toes stepped on by a Kelpien wasn't pleasant. At all. In any context.

Ren wasn't going to win any dance contests, but he was pretty adept at it. He didn't do a very good job of following the steps as they were supposed to be executed, but he did manage to avoid having his feet stepped on.

And in the midst of all the celebrations, in the far corner sat Dave, out of place and out of his comfort zone, that was the only way he would describe this place. Well, not this place but rather the festivities going around here, he would much rather be at the training deck inside a HoloDeck Sim, or his quarters and relax with some light reading of extra-dimensional warp theories, alas that was not meant to be - something about all Seniors to be present and show their interest. But it was not all bad, while he didn't know many here there were some he knew, some well, and some very well.

Noxi stopped Aimee. "See that guy sitting alone? I'll go get him," she said. She left her friend's side and went to Dave.
"HI! I am Cdt. Lieutenant Noxi Harrison," she said. "Want to dance with me and my friend?" She pointed to the Klingon woman still bobbing her head to the beat of the music. "Just casual. Neither of us brought a date. Well. Aimee is a lesbian, anyway." She said, with a shrug.

Dave looked up as the Noxi approached him, he reeled back a little seeing her, "Um, Hi, nice to meet you... I'm Dave... I mean Senior Cdt. David Halloway. Hi." He was a nervous chicken, but he couldn't help it, it wasn't by his own design he was like that, he was just an introvert. "I... I don't know how to dance." Yes, that lie should work for him, why would anyone want to dance with someone who doesn't even know how to dance?

Noxi shrugged. "Noxi Harrison. Nice to meet you. Can't dance? Neither do I, did you SEE me out there?" She asked. "Come on. Aimee will eat your heart out through your nose and use your skull for a football if you turn down her friend," she said. She didn't wait, she took his arm and pulled him along firmly.

"I didn't...." That much was truthful, he had been much too engrossed in his own thoughts to watch anyone else, perhaps a few stolen glances at Ren, but that was the extent of his being here. "Aimme will what?" His eyes widened at the suggestion but before he could do anything more, he was dragged off, and there was little he could do to resist, not that he could even if he wanted to. And off he was, "I hate the idea of my skull being used as a football... But I don't want to embarrass either of you." Or myself, or make myself center attention, or have me trip over my own feet. His thoughts raced as Cdt. Harrison dragged him along. Somehow suddenly he wasn't feeling all to Senior Cadet.

"Well. She's Klingon, so." Noxi explained. She pulled Dave to the dance floor. "Thanks. What will you be doing on the Stardancer?" She carefully moved his hands to her shoulders but stood a good distance apart.

"Right... Klingon..." He had heard the stories and rumors, but he had chosen not to believe them, seeing was believing in his books. But a first-hand talk from one of Klingon's friends, maybe that held some weightage, he might have to watch his step, literally even. "I... I look after the maintenance and parts... Chief Engineer Officer..." He spoke absent-mindedly, his main focus was not to mess up in front of everyone and let Noxi guide his movements. "What about you?"

"Ooh, Chief Engineer! Wow. I am the Chief-only-Counselor," she said. "My father wanted me to be a doctor like him, my mother wanted me to do something artistic. This was my compromise. I was going to be a doctor, actually, but I don't like blood," she said.

"I can understand that. I don't like blood either. I like my machines, well computers mostly, it's a whole different world behind the screens." For the first time, he seemed to not have a forced smile on his face as he spoke of his passion, "So... uh, what does a counselor do on board?" He knew the answer to that, anyone present on the day of orientation and assignment would, plus it didn't take a whole lot of common sense to know that, but he didn't know what else to ask. He was a nervous wreck, dancing slowly as he could, matching Noxi's rhythm as he tried his best to not trip while making small talk.

She chuckled. "I don't bite, you know. No reason to be nervous!! Anyway. I will do all the psychology, plus assist in medical, and also some diplomatic duties," she said. "It's more than just Freud stuff, you know?" She said.

"No that I know, I'm just not great at dancing... and having people look at me... and attention... and some other things." Dave gulped a little trying to match Noxi's pace to the best of his abilities. "You know of Freud?" Dave asked somewhat surprised, he didn't expect many non-Terrans to know of The great Sigmund Freud, and much less that his work would help with other species as well. "That is quite interesting... have you down this kind of thing before?"

Noxi laughed. "Of course I know who Freud is! I am a Counselor, after all. Plus, my father is Human," she said, "And taught us some Earth sciences and medical things. He's a doctor in the Fleet. My mother is a Science officer, she's Bajoran," Noxi explained. "And no...I have not attended many parties. I, uh, tend to focus on my studies. Aimee says I do it too much. That's the Klingon girl running around-she's my friend," Aimee, Noxi, and two other girls had been paired in the same bunk unit when they started, and she and Aimee had become good friends pretty quickly. Aimee mothered her a bit, and Noxi helped her to calm down her Klingon aggression. "No one is watching, you're ok. Have you heard of box breathing? Just take a breath in, hold it in. Picture a box in your head, and fill the box with air. Then let it out, and deflate the box." She showed him. "Your abdomen should rise and fall," she demonstrated.

Dave smiled, a little more relaxed as he followed Noxi's advice, slow and controlled breathing, it helped. "My both parents are human, they expect great things from me..." He spoke giving a small shrug, in more than one way she was like him, not enough parties and more studies, that was something he could definitely relate to. "I don't have many friends here... Ren is one." He glanced around and nodded in the direction of Jason's ex, the Andorian. "That and I had a run-in with Mila sometime before."

@Noxi

Having received the order for no more alcohol earlier in the day, Naltar merely shrugged it off but did find a tinge of annoyance considering it helped him relax and focus on his studies at times. But at the end of the day, it was a minor annoyance. Having seen a poster for the party going on and taking his time to decide whether he'd show up or not, the Cardassian felt it was best to try and find some solace amongst his peers, and other cadets, before going on what would be his second cadet cruise. While he had concerns about judgmental stares, it was better than spending the night alone in his bunk sober.

Wearing a black silk shirt that was tucked in along with a pair of dark blue pants, his black leather belt adorned him accordingly as he walked into the building. It looked like there was quite a buzz which he appreciated, it meant others were less likely to pay attention to him. Making his way to the bar, he ordered himself a Shirley Temple and turned to scan the room in the vent he saw anyone he might know.

Toareth had been in her temporary quarters; an office attached to the infirmary while awaiting transport to the cadet cruise. She had taken inventory and repacked her belongings. There was not much else to do at the moment. Of course, there was this party she had heard about. Toareth was never much of a person to socialize. Too many times, and this was always going to happen again and again, did she connect with someone only to watch that person grow old and grow apart.

With a sigh, Toareth dropped an SF-issued undershirt onto her bag then went to her PADD and looked at the memo again. ‘The Blue Room.’ ‘Dress casual but not too casual.’ ‘No alcohol.’ Knowing the time, there was still time for her to make it. Again, she was not a social person but of course, there was that natural El-Aurian instinct to sit and listen. Besides, these were the cadets she was going to go on the cruise with. So, Toareth felt at least a small obligation to go.

But to not dress too casually and no alcohol? They were just going to have to deal with how she was dressed; all black with runs in her stockings and a shirt a bit big around the neck, exposing a shoulder. Her footwear appeared the sort that would damage the ground she walked upon. In all honesty, she appeared the last choice someone would approach regarding an injury.

Toareth did fit in nicely…well…with the group that frequented the southern outskirts of the city; ‘the emo kids’ people liked to say. Though Toareth did not even socialize with them a great deal, there was always something about being in a group and not having to talk much or do much. They all seemed to enjoy being alone while in a group. And it was in that situation where Toareth more or less found herself centered.

This party was deep in the heart of the city. There were lights and sounds and partying and people; just about everything Toareth would rather avoid this night. Against her better judgment though, Toareth set off, out of the infirmary and toward the assigned location.

A tram later and she set foot inside the Blue Room. She did not spot many familiar faces. She really had not spent much time at the Academy despite what her ‘official’ record and transcripts said. “No alcohol,” she repeated under her breath and stepped toward the bar. That rule did not mean the bar was void of synthehol. After wading her way through the dancing crowd, she raised her hand as she reached the bar. “Gin,” was all she said.

“You do know…” started the bartender.

“Yes. I am aware. Just a glass of gin.”

The bartender prepared her a glass of gin, synthehol of course. And, with that glass in hand, Toareth waded her way back through the crowd and toward a lone table, far from the crowd. Not far enough for her taste but if was the furthest away. At least no one could claim she did not show up.

Mila frowned at the bland drink selection and replicated herself something called a Monster. She went over to flirt with the DJ a little bit to see if she could get him to liven the music up a little bit. They got to laughing and came up with a list of group dances that he could play to get everyone out on the floor - date or not, no excuses.

"All riiight, everyone, listen up, I've got a few special requests from my new friend Mila over here, but we're gonna need EVERYBODY on the dance floor. You don't need a partner, just come on out, it's not that kind of dance. If you get lost just follow Mila," Mila held her hand up high for everyone to see. "But the instructions are right in the song here, so just listen to the words and you'll be all right."

The music started playing. "All right form some lines out there, and just follow along," the DJ said, bobbing his head to the music.

Everybody clap your hands
Clap, clap, clap, clap your hands
Clap, clap, clap, clap your hands

Alright now, we're going to do the basic step
To the left
Take it back now, y'all
One hop this time
Right foot, let's stomp
Left foot, let's stomp
Cha cha real smooth

Mila started at the front near the DJ, but didn't stay there, she danced her way back through the crowd, her smile infectious as she took turns clapping and stomping with the different partygoers.

Felix saw how easy the steps were to follow and (literally) jumped in on the second verse. He smiled and laughed as his large head swayed with the music while he also paid careful attention to the dancers who seemed to know what they were doing so he could mimic their movements. One hop this time the Caitian forgetting his different physiology jumped a tad too high and was a beat behind when he went to cha cha now y'all .

Toareth slouched a little but only managed to make her profile about an inch smaller. Still, every little bit to help make her invisible, the better. One, because she was not really one to dance; not out of sheer will that is. She had done it in the past and out of obligation or duty, but almost never out of will. And, to save her the chagrin, not everyone, as requested, was getting up to dance. Plenty still stayed in their positions and continued. It was the cadets, soon to graduate, who were all taking part. Thankfully, Toareth did not entirely appear cadet-like on top of the fact that she was not entirely a familiar face around the Academy. Secondly, the all-hands-on-deck-to-dance requester was an Orion. Toareth had only met a few Orion females in her time. With that experience, she preferred not to add to that number. She realized, however, that was going to be an impossibility, but she still tried for the moment and shrank herself just a little bit more. Maybe she could finish her gin and manage a discreet exit. Still nursing her synthehol gin, Toareth started taking larger swigs, hoping no one would notice.

"Well, hello there, dark and edgy." The speaker was a tall, buff Klingon woman in a bloodred party dress, newly arrived at the bar counter. She smiled a disarmingly bright smile as she leaned towards the El-Aurian, glass of fruit punch in hand. "No one to talk to? It's a glorious party, you know. Go celebrate!" She thrust a thumb towards the dance floor. "I'll dance with you if you want."

Toareth looked up at the Klingon woman. “I…uh…” She wanted to say she did not know how to dance which would have been a lie. She then wanted to indicate that she was not here for the party. Also a lie. Finding another avenue to get out of this was suddenly becoming difficult. In Toareth’s past, she had come to realize that turning down a Klingon woman generally led either to a fight or was insulting enough to be comparable to initiating a mating ritual. Toareth did know how to dance but was truthfully not in the mood. Then again, fight or mating ritual. Either would have been equally embarrassing. And not just embarrassing in the act but embarrassing in that this party would come to a quick end for everyone. All because Toareth…” You know what?” Toareth downed the rest of her gin and stood. “I am obliged. Do lead the way.”

Aimee moved off to the side as Noxi had dashed off. Noxi was a straight bad thing for Aimee, but not for Dave. She mingled a little but mostly hung off to the side. A person at the edge of her periphery caught her attention. "Hey, want to dance?" She was actually surprised when the woman agreed. "Lead the way. I am Aimee, House of Back. You are?" She asked. "Gin, hey? Might have to get me one, too," Aimee said.

Toareth was taken a little aback by the barrage of questions and Aimee’s bounciness. Toareth was already diagnosing something about Aimee but knew to keep that to herself. Maybe the Klingon woman was just full of life. That, and Toareth could not find it in herself to ruin the night for anyone. Besides, Aimee did not dress like traditional Klingon women. ’ When not on Qo’noS,’ she thought, ’no need to do as the Klingons’ “Toareth Darqa,” she said in something of a shout over the booming music and the crowd all around. “I am afraid I do not know this dance,” she said. Toareth thought to recommend the Verelan Gek’Ha Gen, but it was decidedly too slow for the music and the bouncing crowd.

Toareth’s reddish eyes connected with Aimee’s. Though Aimee appeared to act very un-Klingon-like, there was still a very real Klingon desire behind those eyes. Again, rejection would probably mean fight or mating ritual initiation. Besides that, and seeing that Klingon desires on top of feeling it through her empathic abilities, dancing with her was probably also going to be something of a ritual of intimacy. Toareth had met many Klingons in her many years, but none of them proved similar to Aimee. Toareth hated herself for all of a second as she realized she was turning the situation into one of research. But she could not help herself. Toareth wanted to know what made this Klingon tick; to know her inside and out, though Aimee’s definition of ‘inside and out’ might have differed from the definition of that of a medical practitioner.

Batting her eyes away shyly, Toareth put on a small but sinister grin and she looked back at Aimee. The Klingon woman was taller but clearly wanted to be lead. Toareth downed the rest of her gin, placed the glass on the nearest table, without looking at whether it was occupied or not, moved upon Aimee, and put a hand around and upon the small of the woman’s back. “Allow me,” she said and started to move, leading Aimee along.

Aimee nodded and then smiled a little wickedly. "I don't know this one, either," she said. She swayed along, not really knowing what to do-this music was different from Klingon music, or even Noxi's weird Bajorn stuff from her mom. "So. Do you like boys or girls?" Aimee asked, in her tactless, straightforward way.

"I am attracted to people," Toareth said. She stepped back and sent Aimee into a slow spin, caught her from behind, and continued in a slow dance. She ran a hand down Aimee's arm feeling the shape of it and her muscles. Klingon women generally did not need to work out much to maintain their muscle mass. It was mostly natural and Toareth could feel exactly that. "It is people that attract me," she said again. "If it is attraction that you are referring to." She grabbed Aimee's hand and sent it up, over her head, turning her around to face her once again. "And I think the music I listen to would scare off most of the people here."

Aimee smirked. "Well. I am a people, so that's good news," she said. "What kind of music? I like metal, and Klingon Opera," she said. The former, because it pissed off her parents. The latter because it made her feel sophisticated.

Toareth's handler listened to metal music. Toareth would never admit it to Lynch but she rather liked it and was developing an ear for it. "My tastes have been evolving into metal but most of my playlist is comprised of...um...well people would call it Emo, Gothic, something like that. I like lyrics really. Genre really does not matter. I lean toward something that talks about the human condition. In my case...the El-Aurian condition. Themes like loneliness, pain, death. It...um..." Toareth paused a moment, looked away and then back, "it speaks to me."

She smiled lightly. "Interesting," she said. "I understand that that might appeal to people like us. I am a warrior, born and trained...it's not always easy." She said. The music ended, and she let the woman go.

"I completely understand," Toareth said to her. It can be difficult for us to do what we want...what feels right for us...when that appears to go against what the rest of the galaxy thinks of us as a race. Believe me," Toareth also let go of Aimee and reclaimed her hands, "in that regard, I am right there with you."

Aimee smirked. Perfect. "Well. That sounds promising. Anyone look interesting to you tonight, honey?" Aimee switched tactics-you caught more flies with honey, or whatever the saying was. Noxi was always using weird Earth phrases she got from her father.

"Many people look interesting to me," said Toareth, but she kept here eyes on Aimee. She believed she knew what Aimee meant but decided to play coy. "The tall cadet over there," she pointed quickly, "the one dancing with the Tellarite. He has a case of plantar fasciitis. I can fix that. "The girl behind me as an ever slight twist in her spine. Too many overenthusiastic dancing trials. I can fix that. And too many people about with relationship issues. Sorry, listening is nature to me. I pick up a lot in a crowd. Interesting people, yes," she got back on topic. "Now I need to sift and find what interests me the most."

Aimee nodded. "That's not what I meant, but how are you at restitching people's guts? Because I'll tell you what, one of these guys gets handsy, and I'll eat his spine out of his belly button and use his ribs as a fork," she said. "Just so you're aware. And for the relationship issues, send them to Noxi. My friend is going to be the best Counselor in the Fleet. It's a shame she is straight-she's pretty," Aimee said, with all the tact that Klingons usually had-none. "I hope you find someone who holds your interests," she said. "Me, too, for that matter." The song was nearing its end, she could tell. She didn't know it but it followed the usual pop-song beats, and it was slowing now. "See you around," she said.

Not particularly making out with anyone he recognized when the music shifted the Cardassian decided he'd need to take some time to unwind considering everything coming up. As a fair amount of people suddenly decided to migrate to the dance floor, Naltar decided that was the easiest and most natural way to go in with the least amount of chance being particularly noticed. With drink in hand, he made his way and began dancing with a cute Vulcan before moving himself to be more solo and just enjoy being in the sea of like-minded individuals. If nothing else he could let go and make a fool of himself without anyone noticing. It was one of his few guilty pleasures, something his parents never understood but had always allowed him that expression. The energy and thrill of the perpetual chaos helped him to relax considering in his work everything had to be so specific and direct. It was nice to break away from that for a little while.

Toareth, after her and Aimee and danced into different directions, made her way toward Naltar upon seeing him. He was dancing about, if that could have been called dancing, alone and decided to pay a visit. Toareth shuffled her way over to him, dodged several dancing couples along the way, approached him from behind, and, "I didn't know we could dance solo," she said.

Hearing the familiar voice he spun around, caught unaware but quickly rebounded smiled "Well then if we're not supposed to be dancing alone, it would appear you have the perfect dance partner right in front of you. We can't leave a lady to dance by herself." Truth be told she'd been on his mind on and off since the pair had first met the other day. And needless to say, he'd always had a thing for older women. He held out his hand for her to take.

Toareth took his hand without hesitation. Truth be told, she was thinking of him as well over the past few days but that was mostly because one of her assignments given to her by Lynch was to study Cardassians. Though she was confident Naltar knew nothing of import for Lynch and his section to use, information was still information. "I have already lead someone tonight. And you seem to know the moves. Please, you lead the way."

"Of course, just as a man should." As she stepped closer to him he placed his other hand at her waist and began guiding her with subtle nuances, his feet finding their place for the most part. As they moved together he looked into her eyes and gave a grin. It was refreshing to be seen as just another person versus shunned for being Cardassian, at least that's the feeling he got from her gaze. Before their eyes locked for too long however he took a step back and allowed her to twirl a time or two.

And Toareth performed that double-twirl with her arms up. Her loose-fitting clothing swayed about. Her navel showed. It was pierced with a small rock of onyx hanging from the stud. She stopped her spin and lowered her arms. Her shirt fell back into place with the oversized neck falling and exposing her other shoulder. "Impressive," she said to him. She spun once more and returned to Naltar's arms. "With moves like that, it surprises me you were dancing alone before I showed up. Tell me," they continued dancing and she continued letting him lead, "does dancing like that come naturally to Cardassians?" She knew that Cardassians had a total of two addition vertabra in their spines than most humanoids as well as ten percent more flexibility in their joints thus proving their ability to move gracefully and to make their movements flow with ease. In this case, Naltar had what many would have considered an unfair advantage in the art of dancing. "I do believe you would move worlds on that Dancing Among the Stars contest."

"Well" he began as they continued "I originally started learning pairs dancing as a way to increase my flexibility, focus, and balance, Having to climb through conduits and fit into tight, odd spaces can be quite difficult if one isn't prepared. Dancing looked to be quite a challenge so I picked it. I've yet to participate in any contests yet however." Her movements and clothing had caught his eye as they continued to move together, the glint of the stone near her navel and the seeming natural grace she had about her. Which at hear age he'd hoped she would've developed long ago.

"You would be phenomenal at the Verelan Gek'Ha Gen," she said as they moved around, she spun, bent back and then straightened. "It is a Romulan martial art sometimes mistaken for a dance art. I've studied it for many years. I learned from some of the Qowat Milat sisters. I would be happy to show you what I know sometime. I am by no means a master, however."

"Perhaps one day you'll be able to convince me about the competition, if we're dancing together. As for the martial art, it sounds like something that could be helpful, so perhaps once we get settled in on board we can setup a schedule. I'd be happy to learn from you. You certainly have good form, and your feet move quite nicely as well." The truth was that most of the form he'd noticed was her body and how she'd dressed versus paying attention to her actual movement, but that was only because he appreciated the effort she'd put into her look for that evening.

Truth be told, Toareth had put forth no effort into her attire for the evening. In fact, her attendance was only out of a sense of obligation. But she did find herself finding enjoyment in this outing. First only a little enjoyment. Now, a lot more. "Thank you," she said. "I never thought I had much form. I’ve had few partners and even fewer compliments. In fact, the Qowat Milat sisters for example, if they say nothing to you; no words of praise, that may be all the compliment you can expect from them.” Toareth looked into those Cardassian eyes of his. She had looked into many Cardassian eyes in her past and she always saw the same thing. “I see determination in your eyes.” Usually, that determination was for greedy or violent purposes. She hoped Naltar’s determination would be for good. “I can see this cruise will be good for us all.”

He had no clue who the Qowat Milat sisters were but used it as a jumping off point to continue from. "Well I am one to give credit where credit is due, so compliments from me can be expected. As for the determination, I find it's important for all of us to have given our current career paths." He continued the dance movements but paused speaking for a moment as he made a few considerations. "What do you say after this we go out and find something for dessert, along with say some coffee or tea to settle it with afterwards? My treat." He'd certainly been enjoying the conversation so far and looked forward to having more while they were both less distracted by what was going on around them.

Toareth recalled looking earlier for a means of getting away, discretely even. Now she had a perfectly good and acceptable means without having to come up with an excuse. Leaving in plain sight in the company of another. Others would have their theories but Toareth tried to not let the opinions of others get to her. "What do you say we do that after this song? Now even?"
 
He appreciated her enthusiasm and while tempted to leave immediately, he had no clue how the optics of anyone watching may be perceived. "While leaving right this moment would suit both of our desires quite well, the optics of such enthusiasm may not. I recommend we finish up this song, I believe it's almost over. And then we naturally make our exit off the floor just like a handful of others are likely to and just blend in with everyone else, soon to be out of sight and out of mind." Nalter gave a slight bow to the woman just as the song ended.

Similarly, Toareth took a step back and lowered herself in a small cursty, as awkward as it was with her bardot top and cargo pants, not to mention her footwear, all black. And it appeared Naltar was almost prophetic as he predicted the song's end, seconds before it ended. "I suppose this is where we attempt our exit."

"Follow me then" he responded, keeping ahold of her hand to lead the woman through a sea of people both entering and exiting the dance floor. The pair blended away into the rest of the crowd and made their way out.

As the dance ended, after Aimee had let Toareth go, filing her name away for later. She went off in search of more to drink. Maybe a synthol, she was feeling a little reckless. And check in on Noxi. Noxi had found the Caitian-Felix or something-and they seemed to be getting along. Good. Noxi made friends with everyone, a skill that Aimee hadn't picked up yet. She made her way to the bar, and ordered a Synthale. "Hi! Can I have a synthale? Unless you have some Synth-Bloodwine?" The bartender shook his head but handed her the drink. "Thanks!" She went off in search of her friend and the Caitian.

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Ki'ana was honestly a little surprised at the change in music - and the mood along with it. She could've sworn it went from a ten to a ninety in an instant. Not that she was complaining, mind. As Mila danced past her she found heat rising back to her cheeks for the second time that night. "Uhm. Hi!" She started apprehensively after the green-skinned girl, feeling a tiny bit drawn to her and her energy.

The song guided them to the music, cha cha now y'all And Mila sided up next to Ki'ana their hips touching as she cha cha'd with Ki'ana urging Ki'ana with her own body to get her hips into the dance. "My favorite part!" Mila exclaimed. cha cha again Everyone took a quarter turn to the left for the next verse. "I'm Mila, security. What's your name?" she asked while they waited through the music for the next verse to start.

Ki'ana had not expected the physical contact at all. Not that she minded or disliked it - but it surprised her that someone would do that with her. "Ki'ana. Science officer, er, cadet. I think I'll be in a lab most of the time." She said while recovering from the dance. "You? Just patrolling the Stardancer day to day?"

"Hoping we don't have that many issues on board," Mila said making a face. "I mean yeah, if needed. But we're there for the bigger threats. Should be doing some Bridge and Away Team shadows and stuff also."

"Away team shadows. Didn't think of that," Ki'ana noted. "Maybe we'll be on a mission together. I'd like to get to know you." She felt a warm flush hit her cheeks as the words left her mouth. Maybe, just maybe, that might lead to further meetings down the line.

"From what I hear, these ships are small. I mean they're huge, but not when it comes to your living with the same people for months and months, and everyone knows everything about everybody. I'm sure getting to know one another won't be a problem at all," Mila responded, a happy smile on her face, her bubbling energy still evident as she continued finishing out the dance moves to the song, adding her own flair with her hips and shoulders as she moved.

Ki'ana blushed lightly at that comment of Mila's. "I'm sure." She said, somewhat more meekly than before. "Ehm. How about lunch... tomorrow?"

"Sure!" Mila said brightly. "Any place in mind?" she asked.

Oh. Oh my. She hadn't thought she'd actually get this far. It took a second or two of flustered thinking for Ki'ana to come up with "H-Here, at the Blue Room? I'll get you a drink, and we can chat." She chewed on her lip at the end, hoping that she'd not sound too scared.

"Sounds great!" Mila nodded.

Ki'ana had been fun to dance with, a bit awkward perhaps, but she had gotten better as they danced, but definitely fun. Ren really liked dancing and knew there was one person he'd not asked. Someone, who had caught his eye when he was on the dance floor. Someone he liked and maybe, just maybe someone that would make Jason jealous.

He knew that was petty and he was so over his Royal Highness but he couldn't help himself.

He found Dave standing by himself, as usual. "Hey Dave, he said, would you like to dance?"

Dave glanced up at Ren, he already had his fill of dance earlier, albeit against his wishes he wouldn't say it was bad altogether, not that he would want a second go at it either way. But this was Ren, he couldn't refuse even if he wanted to, of course, he would never want to refuse him either "Yes..." Dave mumbled under his breath as he looked at Ren, "But I have to warn you... I might end up tripping you... I'm not good at dancing."

"You'll be fine, I can dodge out of the way if it comes to it." He held out his hand towards Dave's hand, pulled it back thinking it might send the wrong message, and then extended the hand again, knowing Dave would understand his intentions.

"I hope it doesn't come to that." Dave gulped a little as he took Ren's hand and stood to his feet. "You will lead right?"

The Andorian thought of making the same smartass comment to Dave as he had to Ki'ana but stopped himself. Somehow that just wasn't what he wanted to say to his friend.

"Yeah, I'll lead. Just trust me, I'll make sure I take good care of you."

Dave gave him a nod, "If you say so." He could only hope it went well.

Ren's eyes shifted to where Jason and his date were, before shifting his focus back to his friend. The first song they danced to, had an upbeat tempo, which lent itself to a freeform style. As the bodies gyrated close to each other.

"I take it this is your first time to dance with a guy," Ren observed having to raise his voice to be heard above the din of the music.

"Yes..." He spoke in a low voice and then repeated seeing that Ren didn't hear him the first time. It was indeed his first dance with a guy, today had been his first dance as is. His eyes gazed over to where Ren was looking, Jason figures... Maybe some lingering feelings Dave thought to himself before looking back at Ren, "Okay how does this work? Hands on shoulder?" That's what Noci had made him do, the dynamics shouldn't be much different here either, right?

The Andorian was relieved that a slower song was being played, he enjoyed slow dancing more. He thought he'd gotten away with his glance over at Jason, that Dave hadn't noticed, that relieved him for a reason he couldn't define. But now his attention was fully on Dave.

"Yes, hand on shoulder," he replied as he placed his left hand on the human's lower back and began to sway to the music. "Don't worry what it looks like, just have fun. Who cares what anyone else thinks."

"I care" Dave spoke in a stern voice. He certainly cared, he was not a good fit for social roles as is and he was to act as the Chief Engineer Officer aboard the Stardancer, if the cadets saw him fail at a simple dance what would they think of him? His eyes showed the importance of his words as he was rigid in his dance, swaying like a robot all too conscious of himself.

"I get it Dave, and I don't want to discount your feelings. But... But try this for me. Just close your eyes and pretend it's only the two of us. Just let me guide you. Trust me, just trust me."

"I'll try..." Dave assured as he followed Ren's lead. Closing his eyes as directed, it was a warm feeling, but it didn't come easy. Dave found it hard to just drown away the noises of the rest but he was trying nonetheless, slowly he seemed to relax a little, still stuff but at least his movements were no longer robotic.

"There you go," Ren whispered in Dave's ear. He wasn't sure why he was whispering, it just seemed like the right thing to do. "Just remember, there is no one here but us. No one else."

"Yes..." He gave a small sigh, somehow Ren's whispering sent shivers across him, goosebumps rising on his hands as they swayed to the music, his eyes still closed. 'No one here but us' Ren's words resonated in his mind, and it made him happy, he could get used to this. His worries seemed to melt away.

Jason and his date were clearly enjoying themselves but the young duke kept seeing Blue just in the corner of his eye, he turned his head to see it was Ren, a pilot, protective and with great hair dancing with someone else... He clearly moved on but the thought of time with someone else filled his heart will jealousy.

The Andorian knew Jason was watching him. He caught a glimpse of him across the room, but that didn't matter at that point. He'd told Dave to think there was no one else in the room but them. He took his own advice and looked only at Dave.

"Is that better? Tell me how you feel."

"Much better... and much warmer." Dave gave a smile as they moved around the room. He had completely let go of control as he danced with Ren, "I feel... well a little relaxed and somewhat happy even.."

"I'm glad you're happy," Ren replied. His heart had started beating faster as the two of them danced, but he reasoned that was a normal thing. He was an Andorian after all and they did tire more easily than humans. "Your feelings are important to me and I care about you."

"Yes, I'm happy." Dave almost purred repeating Ren's words. But as Ren told him he cared for him, his eyes fluttered open and his steps missed the beat, but thankfully, Ren was still holding him so at least they weren't tripping up on the floor, "You care for me?" He asked a little bewildered looking at Ren, a little red starting to fill his cheeks.

"Of course I care for you, you're my friend."

"Why are you blushing? You humans are difficult to understand. What did I say?"

Of course, the Andorian did not feel the same Dave shook his head as he looked down, "No it's nothing..." He continued to step with Ren in silence for a moment before he spoke again, "Usually when you care for someone... it also means you like them... and I mean 'like' like them, not just like them...." Maybe that would give Ren the clue, Dave was not so great at words and much less at expressing himself even.

"Ohhhhh, "Ren replied drawing the word out as the light dawned. "Sorry, I must seem really dense to you. Would you like to go out? As more than friends. You know a date?"

"No... don't have to do that just for me. If you don't have an attraction to me then that is cruel to me." Dave looked at Ren again, it would be cruel, he felt Ren was doing it just to make it up to him, and if it was like that then Dave didn't need it.

Ren pulled Dave into a tighter embrace. Both antennae curled forward. "I guess I'm not the only dense one," he said before stopping their dance. He moved his hand up to Dave's neck and pressed his blue lips to the human's pink ones.

"What do-" Whatever Dave was about to ask, it got drowned away as Ren planted his lips upon his, his eyes widened in surprise, before closing embracing the moment, kissing Ren back, his heart fluttering like crazy, or was it the butterflies in his stomach that fluttered either way, he couldn't care less as he embraced Ren.

After the kiss had broken The Andorian looked at the human. "Would you like to get out of here? To talk of course. but just the two of us.?"

Dave was too flustered to speak up, instead he resorted to giving a hard nod with his head confirming his acceptance

Ren took Dave's hand and without another word to any of the other cadets in the room, led him out of the room.

And Dave followed along without another word.

Watching the rest pair up, Ki'ana shuffled off to the side to watch contentedly. Her party had been a roaring success, that much was obvious. She might not have had someone to share it within the sense that the others were, but at least they were happy! And that was what really mattered.

Aimee saw the Kelpien standing off to the side. She sidled up, and grabbed her-careful to not be too aggressive. However, she WAS Klingon, and anyway, she was one of those outgoing types who went for what she wanted. "Let's dance," she said. "And chat," she pulled the other woman along. "Tell me about you. I've never met a Kelpien before. I have seen you around Campus, but I don't think we've had any classes together," she said.

Heat surged towards Ki'ana's cheeks as she was pulled along. "Eh... I'm just your average Kelpien who grew up on a farm, heh..." She stuttered as she shyly put her arms around the woman's waist, allowing her to lead them - not that she really had the opportunity to do otherwise. "Wh- Would you like to know anything about... about... Kelpiens? Heheh..."

Aimee pulled her close, wrapping the Kelpien's sponge-like arms around her waist, and putting hers around the woman's neck. "Sure!! Tell me everything. I promise that I don't bite. Only in battle," she said, jokingly.

 

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