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Parallel Universes - "What if?" / Re: Theurgy: What If...? Below Decks Lounge
Last post by Dree -Even while she was talking, Reika watched Zark. She noticed different microexpressions during their conversation, and as she mentioned she had been in tactical, leggy Andorian, the Ops officer saw something else in Zark’s eyes, something slightly … playfully nefarious? But being who she was, Reika would bite.
The edges of her mouth turned up at the edges and something about the moment shifted something in her. Her eyes and thoughts were focused solely on the Andorian opposite her. “Well for most of us, once a tactical officer, always a tactical officer - at least at heart.”
She took a moment before answering Zark’s next question, observing the medic’s disposition, her facial expression, even catching something in her scent. Her eyes sparkled and she chuckled almost a tinkling laugh. “Of course, I always feel better after a good workout.”
As Zark mentioned her black eye, Reika reached out with both of her hands and gently removed the other Andorian’s glasses, holding them in front of her, to get a better look at the black eye. “So you got this,” Reika tenderly touched her eye, “All of this just because you took the direct approach instead of sweeping someone off their feet, huh?” Her couldn’t keep the sly grin off of her face.
Reika listened as the Zhen listed off several different forms of martial arts. “Well, you see, my choice of martial arts is like my choice of alcohol. It depends on the point of the match. If I’m wanting to play hard to get, then I would choose the Andorian martial art of redirection, Xri-For’al. If I feel like getting up close and personal, then I prefer Hleshvalath. But if I’m just angry, then Kharakom is a great way to deal with my anger.”
“What about you, Zha? Do you have a preference for one of those over another?” Reika asked as she put the Zhen’s glasses back on. She considered picking up Zark’s glass and taking a sip of it, but she’d been overly familiar and suggestive enough already, so she picked up her own glass and took another sip watching the other Andorian over the top of her glass. But she straightened back up and set her drink aside tilting her head and with her back still against the bar, she set her elbows atop of it and tried to decide what was going through the Zhen’s mind.