EXETERRPG: (1 - 2204) ACEO Lt(jg) Alistair Brightwood and Physio Lt(jg) Cerise Blake

[Mark Howard]

Mission: Auld Lang Syne

Day:01

Stardate: 2445.12.28



(Risa– Red Tiki Resort, Beach Front- ACEO, Lt. JG Alistair Brightwood and
Physio Lt(jg) Cerise Blake - 22:04)



“So then, then I said to her,” Alistair said with a laugh, “If you’re going
to use my baking you cookies as illogical, then I deserve to be a credited
author to your paper.”



He had been talking with Cerise for the last three hours, first dinner,
then drinks, now a moonlit stroll on the way to the resort bungalows. He
was enjoying the company and the weather. He felt more at ease than he had
in ages, but he was sure that was the Risan tequila.





Cerise laughed at Alistair, ~at him?~ she shook her head. ~no...with him.~



She felt happier and more relaxed than she had in longer than she could
remember. She’d been content before, but now, she could feel her insides
actually being happy.



She was also, she reflected, rather tipsy.



“You know what?” She chuckled. “You should write a theesis...iss… on
Archeatypal controlling vulcan behaviour and publish it for your own degree
using her as a suitcase…”



She stopped thoughtful and puzzled “probably not a suitcase…”



"A suitcase?" He chuckled. "I don't think she'd be a very good suitcase."



“Couldn’t carry much? Typical.”



"I'll be your suitcase." He smiled. "Carry all your schtuff."



“Aww...sweet.” she linked her arm around his. “What...was the purple stuff?”



"What...purp…" he burped. "Stuff.  Sorry."



She shrugged, and twisted her chest slightly...burping loudly. “Par’n me”



"That wasn't lady like." He giggled.



She giggled. “Not a lady” she whispered, thought the fresh air was
beginning to take the edge off. “Had fun. You’re fun…”



"You're totally a lady. Fancy schmancy."



She giggled. “And you...are a gentleman, with a fabulous...lip...thingy…”



"Mustachio. Mustachioed. Mustachey."



“Yep…I like it.”



"What if I killed it."



A look of confusion ran over her face, “Kiiillled???”



"With a razor."



“Nooo. Its cute, dashing.” She sighed, “I started one of your books…” she
sighed. “Not your books…one that you read…”



"Oh. Wait. Which one?"



“I dunno. His name was Dumbass. Count of something…”



"But I never told you I was reading that...you.you a romulan spy Reesey?"



She chuckled. “Reesey?” then sighed. “That’s the first time I’ve ever had a
cool nickname.”



"Could be worse. I got called Ally. Or ally gator. Or stair master."



“Stair master? I don’t...Escie Lator?” the fresh cool air was starting to
work it’s magic.



"From Alistair. Stair. In thr name."



“Oooooh!” Cerise smiled. “That was mean of them.” She burped again gently.
“Par’n me.” she pulled his arm closer into her, cuddling into his torso,
“Cool breeze.”



"Reesey.  I… I Gabe a fession to make?"



“You do?”



 She asked, “Wassup?” She was starting to sober up, she’d drunk less, but
quicker and her body was at its physical peak; but her mood though was
still relaxed, and the company was pleasant.

"I Have fancied you since Halloween."



Cerise blushed. “Picked which witch that didn’t have them on show to
fancy?” She giggled.



"I needed to be honest while Im still brimming with courage."



“You were cute earlier, at the lagoon. You dropped your communicator, and
tried not to stare at my…”



"I….uh…. " yeah.



“It’s ok.” she looked around. “Where are we?”



"I don't know."



“That way.” she pointed half heartedly, recognising a tree that she’d seen
earlier. “Look...make me a promise? For the morning?”



"Anything "



“Don’t be worried about every tiny thing that you say?” She shivered,
goosebumps visible on her upper arms.



"Are you cold?"



She nodded, and lifted his arm over her shoulders, “Thank you.” she smiled.



"I don't remember where my hotel is "



“Mine is by that tree...they’ll be able to help.” she smiled.



"Worst case scenario I beam up to the Exeter. Then I find my place when
sober. But only after you're home safe."



They turned a path that she remembered lead to her door. “I’m just down
here.” she smiled. “There’s a desk just up the path…” she blushed.
“look...I’ve...had fun.”



"But? There is always a but?"



She shook her head. “No but. Had fun, and wasn’t scared about talking to
you, or anything.” and shrugged.



"Same."



On a whim, she offered him her hand, her nerves starting to swim back in as
the cool evening air helped her body rid itself of alcohol.



He took her hand and clasped it. "What does this mean?"



“Means you don’t pay attention to the books you read.” she winked. “You’re
supposed to kiss my hand, like a gentleman.” she winked conspiratorially.



At her orders he took her hand and kissed it.



"Like that."







She sighed happily. “Exactly like that.”





"Umm, which door is yours. I want to make sure you're home safe."



She smiled gently, and held his hand, leading him to her door, which was
the first on the right, through an arch of Risan passion fruit flowers.



“This is me…” Later that night, she would admit to herself she wanted to
kiss him, though she didn’t know why, instead, she pulled at the side of
her dress, and tucking one foot behind the other, curtseyed sightly. “It’s
been a good day.” she whispered to him.



He kissed her cheek with his last bit of liquid courage and then smiled.
"Goodnight Milady."



“Godspeed.” she smiled warmly



Alistair then walked off slightly confused as to where he stood with her.



“I have duty tomorrow, but should be free the afternoon.”



He turned back, "I rented a sail boat tomorrow afternoon. You want to come?"



She nodded gently. “I’d love to.” she motioned to her door. “I’m going in.
I’m freezing. Goodnight.”



~ask to come in~ His brain said but his mouth did not engage. "Goodnight."



Cerise slowly closed the door, wiggling her fingers in a gentle goodbye. As
it shut, she leant back against it and felt her body tremble in happiness.
“mmmmMMMNF!” she exhaled, happily.



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