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When: 19th
Rating: TBC
Characters: You!
Summary: A shindig at the beach for the best navigator in Starfleet.
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[ OOC: Feel free to assume your character has received an invite to the party via their inbox or word of mouth for Chekov's birthday! Everyone is welcome except you, Khan and presents are mandatory for the Enterprise's young navigator. Please tag under either section to keep the party somewhat ordered, and have fun! ]

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[mightbeconcussed]

Lucy gives her a slightly confused look.

"Are you okay with that? The being too serious thing?"

Lucy doesn't understand serious people. She's entirely too frivolous for her own good. Kathryn could be a good influence on her.

[directives]

Yes and no. Yes because this was her job, part of being a captain and being one who was so far away from Starfleet. No because she wasn't always this way, and she's capable of being less serious of frivolous acts of spontaneity and recklessness, but no longer has the luxury of indulging such whims.

She shrugs noncommittally. "It wouldn't matter either way. Some things just are."

In that same vein, Lucy could prove to be a good influence on Kathryn when it comes to getting her to relax and open up.

[mightbeconcussed]

"But being serious is totally a thing that you can work on."

She glances around and holds out a hand to the older woman. "Come on. We're going swimming. You can keep the dress on. This time."

Yes that is a devilish look on her face. Good influence you say?

"Or should I get you drunk first? We could do shots."

[directives]

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Kathryn puts on the breaks, eying the other woman's outstretched hand with an uncertainty that borders on being horrified. She's not swimming. She deliberately avoided purchasing a bathing suit so she could opt out of the swimming. And drinking... She hasn't been drunk in years, not since before she was granted captaincy of Voyager, and that was in the company of family and friends, not a party full of mostly strangers.

Yeah, this isn't happening Lucy.

"You're going swimming, I am not. I will also not be drinking."

Good lord, she's found the female equivalent of Tom Paris.

[mightbeconcussed]

Lucy recognizes that horror. It's not the first time such a look has been directed her way. She really expected to be rejected as well. That doesn't mean she's not going to pout because she is. Right now in fact.

"Oh come on. Just one little drink. You're on the beach. It's practically required. In honor of Pavel's birthday. It can even be a vodka drink."

Yeah, she pretty much has.

[directives]

She purses her lips, unhappy but at least giving the request some thought. After a moment, she relents.

"Fine. One drink, but just the one and I'm still not going swimming."

[mightbeconcussed]

"Awesome sauce."

She got part of her way. That's good enough for the moment. She approaches the bar, asking for two beachcombers. It'll taste yummy and pack a punch. Those are both good things as far as Lucy is concerned and while it's got rum in it, it's also got vodka, just like Lucy promised. Once the drinks are made, she goes back over to Kathryn, holding her drink out for her.