Secret Squirrel

Posted on 28 Oct 2016 @ 10:00pm by Cadet Lauren Hickory

Mission: Prelude; Breakfast at Curmudgeon's
Location: Deck 3 - Hickory's Quarters - USS Arizona
Timeline: MD 1: 2340 hours

In his quarters after such an eventful day that had transitioned into a more interesting evening, Cadet Lauren E. Hickory had sought refuge in his quarters. His day had started so well and yet quickly progressed through the dirt. The Captain had been a grouchy wrinkled prune face man who was over six hundred years old. The plus side was that the man seemed to have a sense of humor albeit desert dry and Andoria cold. Then, there had been unintentionally meeting, 'Sunshine,' Lauren's Department Head whom was anything but what he was expecting. “They would put me on a starship with a damn dame Security Chief” he scoffed as he plopped down onto the bed, flat on his back, kicking off his shoes with a long face and tiresome sigh. “A woman, a doll. I have to be taught by a chick with phasers” he said aloud in the privacy of his quarters. Yes, there were women instructors and professors at Starfleet Academy just as there were of course women serving aboard starships and stations in every branch and department. However, at the Academy, Cadet Hickory could make choices and adjust his schedule each semester, and he had done so every time, making sure to only be taught by men in courses crucial to his major.

No use fussing over spilled milk he thought to himself as he lie there flat on his back sprawled out on his bed. “I cannot ask to be transferred to another starship so soon after arriving. I have to at least do a semester aboard the Arizona before they'd even consider a request, and I had better come up with something good for an excuse, like wanting to diversify my studies” he said to himself. Diversify my studies he thought Yeah, that's a good one...possibly even plausible. Letting out yet another sigh, the Cadet arose from the bed and walked off over toward the replicator unit in his quarters' living area. At least the starships large and these quarters are a grand. They beat the Academy dormitories hands down he thought with a scoff. “Computer, play some music” he said only to have the computer begin to play something at random that was definitely not in his taste.

“Computer, never play Klingon Opera in my presence” he said shaking his head. “Computer, change music to instrumental...um Earth 1950s” he said and was pleased when the Klingon Opera came to an abrupt end and was replaced with something lighter and more airy. Standing at the replicator, Hickory was in no mood for this synthetic synthehol crap. “Rule of Acquisition number forty-four, never synthesize a good thing when it is for personal use” he said with a chuckle. “Computer replicate one cocktail glass ice only, 1 ½ ounces of heavy cream, ¾ ounces of white crème de cacao, and ¾ ounces of crème de noyaux, separate containers” he said only to have the computer hit the snag on the alcoholic items. Putting in his access codes and information, he soon received what he wanted.

Taking a tray of all the items over to a table, the Cadet put his bar tending skills to work. Pouring all the ingredients into the cocktail shaker that he had brought with him from back home, he then gave it a good shake and poured the contents into the ice filled cocktail glass. The result being a lightly pink hued drink with a milky appearance almost like that of rose quarts. He picked the drink up properly and retreated towards a sofa to relax and unwind.