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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: D03 {2330 hrs] - …and Party Every Day
Last post by P.C. Haring -At once Reggie felt both crushed and uplifted. Given how much time had passed and the nature of their chance meeting in the closed public baths, Reggie had not even expected T’Less to attend the event. The Betazoid had held even less expectation that the Vulcan would stay the night to wait for her, especially given just how raucous the night had been and how she knew that must have grated on the Vulcan’s sense of logic and decorum. In that regard, she felt uplifted.
At the same time, she also knew just how much an effort this must have been for T’Less and while Reggie had caught herself eying T’Less more than once during the course of the evening, she had not truly expected her to stay and wait. Surely they could have caught up elsewhere after the show, or even elsewhen if necessary. As such she hadn’t paid the Vulcan much attention during the course of the night. Between her sense of responsibility as hostess of the event and well just the sheer fun of it all she immediately felt guilty that in her zeal to entertain all her guests, she had inadvertently neglected the one that, if she were being honest about it, meant the most to her.
“You would not have been interrupting,” Reggie offered, her voice quiet, reserved. “To be honest, I didn’t expect you would even show up to say nothing about staying through the evening.”
She slid her self onto the bar stool, the leather of the pants that shaped her butt squeaking ever so slightly against the leather of the barstool seat. Immediately the Orion who had been tending bar, served up a Risian Mai-Tai. Reggie nodded in acknowledgment remembering that she had asked her to keep her hand full with the drink for the duration of the night.
“I’m glad to be wrong,” she said to T’Less “Hasn’t been a day gone by since that exam when I haven’t thought about you.”
The drink in her hand provided ample enough distraction to keep her from saying what had come her mind next. She took a sip and as the she swallowed the simulated alcohol, she also swallowed down the questions that burned so heavily on her mind for almost eleven years , the same questions that haunted her, that needed to be asked, needed to be answered, but to do so now… here… would only make things worse.
“How have you been?”
It was a dumb question, Reggie knew. But it was also the only question that seemed appropriate.