[ Annika Van den Berg | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ]
The newcomer that was sitting across from Annika seemed genuinely unaware of where exactly her language came from, at least its Earthbound origins. To Annika, the words the woman had sung sounded distinctly German, but she could have been wrong. The accent that escaped the woman’s lips sounded strange to her; not quite German, not quite one of the Balkan languages. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it was intriguing to her nonetheless. Annika felt like she should answer the woman’s question honestly and as descriptive as possible.
”That was Dutch. It’s from the Netherlands, back on Earth” Annika said a little more matter of factly than she had intended. She meant to be a bit more descriptive. The fact that she wasn’t could have been blamed on the alcohol, her shitty life situation, the fact she didn’t want to people or some combination of the three. Either way, she didn’t care at the moment. When Annika stopped thinking, she looked across the table at the woman who had a blank look on her face as if she didn’t understand what she had just said.
Annika wondered slightly if her accent, which became heavier when drinking or tired, was stopping her new tablemate from understanding her.
”The Netherlands is my home country back on Earth. Those words you were singing sounded German. Germany is a country right next to mine…so I guess you could say we share an ancestry way back” Annika said, trying her hardest to eliminate her accent at the moment, but realizing she was likely failing.
She once again looked across the table, trying to figure out what the other woman was thinking. She studied the woman’s features, looking for something to talk about. She noticed the woman was maybe the same height or a little taller. Annika found it hard to tell, because they were seated. The one thing Annika could notice was the fact that the new person had much more muscle mass.
There was one thing crossed off the list. Clearly the newcomer worked out and Annika…well..didn’t.
Annika looked down at her wine glass and noticed her best friend was getting lonely, so she picked up the glass and took a sip before setting it back down on the table.
”I get that you’re trying to be friendly and all, but like I said before, I really don’t wanna talk to anyone right now. Ik ben nu een puinhoop en ik wil gewoon in vrede drinken.” Annika said to the newcomer and saw the look of intrigue on her face. She was slightly confused as to why the woman was seemingly intrigued.
Then it hit Annika that she had switched to Dutch halfway through what she was saying.
Shit, she thought, How many glasses of my best friend have I had? 5? 6?.
Annika realized that she had way too much wine in such a short period of time. She stopped seeming to mind though, since she felt like less of a fuck up. The young woman decided to play nicey-nice with the woman across from her.
”I’m Annika by the way” she said as she extended her right hand in search of a handshake and a proper introduction.
Ik ben nu een puinhoop en ik wil gewoon in vrede drinken = I am a mess now and I just want to drink in peace