Joint Personal Log - Lt Waterhouse & 1LT Teá Black - "I like the theatre but never come late."

Posted on Sun Aug 3rd, 2014 @ 10:05pm by Commander Amelia Waterhouse & Lieutenant JG Teá Black

2,291 words; about a 11 minute read

Mission: In the Dark

"Little shop, little shoppa horrors!" Amelia sang, snapping her fingers, as she and Teá walked out of the holodeck. "Little shop, little shoppa terror" Amelia draped an arm around Teá's shoulder, laughing. "I'm glad Gran'dad found that holo-recording to send out. I'd only heard the soundtrack before."

Teá enjoyed herself, it was very different from most of her nights of reports and more reports. But the concept was a bit over the top for her. She did find it amusing but she was blushing as Amelia continued to sing and sing loudly.

"Yes, I'm glad your Gran'dad found it and sent it to you as well. I needed something like this." Teá said with a smile but still very red in the face.

Amelia noticed Teá flushing, and she considered teasing her, or at least continuing to sing. If it'd been Sean, he would have been singing along with her, even pulling a bad falsetto for the doo wop. Thinking of Sean reminded her of the conversation she'd had with him recently.

"Hey, I have some blood wine back at my quarters, you want some?" Amelia offered. "We could talk, catch up a bit. Talk about you and Sean..." Amelia felt it was only fair to give Teá a sort of a warning of where this was going. While Sean hadn't actually complained, Amelia was a little worried about what he'd said about his last conversation with Teá.

Teá looked at the Amelia shocked, especially when she mentioned Sean. "I'm glad you and Sean have stayed in touch." Teá said as she continued to walk down the corridor, "and of course I'll have some blood wine with you."

"Why wouldn't I keep in touch with Boyo? He's my best mate," Amelia insisted, guiding Teá towards her quarters. Amelia focused on small talk about the show they'd just watched on the holodeck until they arrived.

Still mostly barren, Amelia had fished a few items out of her duffel to make the place feel more like home until she could get the rest of her stuff at the shipyards. Her plush turtle sat on the couch, the display stand for her bat'leth pulled out and hung on the wall, and a statuette sat on an end table that looked like a ball of spaghetti with two eye stalks and two meatballs. All her alcohol, save for the not legal stuff, had been placed in a cabinet, and Amelia rummaged within for the bottle of Blood Wine.

"2345, my mother's second favorite year for blood wine," she explained, holding the sealed bottle out for Teá's inspection.

Teá took the bottle and looked over it. She always liked the blood wine bottles more so than the actual blood wine. "Forgive me... but was never much of a drinker. But it sounds lovely." Teá added with a smile, just glad to get a chance to catch up with her friend and mentor.

"I've got other stuff. I can make a sonic screwdriver or I have some earth wine if you'd rather," Amelia offered. She never understood people who insisted on berating people into drinking particular types of alcohol just because something else was "girly", or low proof, or otherwise inferior.

"A sonic screwdriver would be perfect." Teá said preferring something lighter than blood wine. "And about Sean, I didn't mean to sound like you wouldn't or he wouldn't it's... it's just..." Teá started but didn't know how to finish that thought.

Amelia collected the blood wine bottle back from Teá, then bent over to tuck it away in her liquor cabinet. In its place, she pulled out a bottle with Cyrillic letters, presumably Russian, and an abstraction of a bear on the label. She displayed the two-thirds full bottle to Teá with a grin as she turned to the replicator.

"Did Sean and I both fail to mention we've known each other since we started at the Academy?" Amelia asked with a shrug, her fingers floating over the replicator controls. Within the replicator, two double walled glasses sat half filled with a green bubbly liquid in them. Amelia somehow managed to juggle them into one hand, and she turned to face Teá again, holding out the glasses for her to take one. "Boyo and I talk about everything."

"I knew you talked, just didn't realize you went that far back with him." Teá said as she took one of the glasses, giving a slight smirk at the bright colors.

Amelia caught the bottle's cap between her teeth, and started towards the couch as she spun the bottle to unscrew it from its lid. As she settled on the couch, she set her glass down and spit out the lid of the bottle into her hand. "We had a Federation history class together that first semester. I offered to take him out for a pint, and once he popped his eyes back in his head — I was 14 at the time after all — he and I became fast friends." She filled the empty space in her glass with vodka and looked to Teá for her glass.

"You were 14 and in the academy." Teá said in amazement, "I thought you had to be 18?"

"I had to get sponsored, and have my general schooling completed, before I could even take the entrance exam. Then I had to convince my parents to sign off on it... Mama almost wouldn't sign, Dad had to pull for me." Amelia reached out to add vodka to Teá's glass. With her hostess duties fulfilled for now, she lounged back on the couch, setting aside the bottle and trading it for her glass.

Teá smiled as she watched the vodka being poured into her cup. She wasn't a drinker but did enjoy her whiskey, vodka and tequila. "So speaking of Sean, what has he told you about us?" Teá asked straight forwardly, deciding beating around the bush was pointless.

Amelia couldn't help snorting in amusement at Teá's marine efficiency shining through. She hasn't intended to jump right into it, her Klingon side clearly wasn't holding sway tonight.

"Sean hadn't specifically said much about you two, it was more what he hasn't said and the questions he's been asking me. He's worried he's done something to make bags, his words, of your relationship," Amelia explained, swirling her drink as she held it in front of her face. "When he told me about your last conversation, I don't think he was doing anything wrong. So what's up?" She lifted her eyes from her drink to look at Teá.

Taking several more sips of her drink, Teá looked around everywhere except for Amelia's face. "Ever since I was transferred off the Griffin I've been doing dirty work." Teá said, "I mean some seriously egregious amoral assignments. I was told they were for the good of the Federation." Teá had started pacing by this point. "And of course I couldn't tell anyone, and every time me and Sean spoke, I had to lie to him."

"He doesn't care what you do, he cares about you," Amelia insisted, getting a little tense watching Teá pace like a caged animal. "Don't lie to him, just tell him when he hits the boundary of what you can't talk about. Fuck knows, I've done that to him more than a few times. He backs down when he needs to." Amelia bit her lip, her eyes still following her friend's movements. "Sit down before you make me tired watching you."

Sighing, Teá did as she was told and took a seat with a huff. Looking at Amelia, "I don't care about... well I do..." She stopped to get her thoughts straight. "It's the not able to talk to him about what I've done, 'cause I'm ashamed of what I've done." Teá finally said, feeling her hands shake as she finally admitted that part to someone.

Amelia sighed, reaching over to lay a hand on Teá's shoulder. "Have you tried looking for a counselor? They usually have ones with high enough security clearance that you can actually talk to them after you come back from a cover assignment. It took me a few tries to find one I felt comfortable with, but Erika's been good to me. I'm not sure where they have her at with the current chaos though, but if you need me to put you in touch with someone to help you find a counselor..."

Teá looked at Amelia, appalled that it was brought up, but truth was she wasn't, she was glad she did bring it up. Picking up her glass she took a large swig out of it and looked back at Amelia. "Sure... I guess why not." Teá said, getting defensive.

Amelia closed her eyes, laying her head on the back of the couch. "The words coming out of your mouth say okay, but your attitude and your body language say no. I get it, I felt the same way you did when I was getting my head shrunk the first time. I said pretty words to the witchdoctor, smiled and showed up on his couch when I was supposed to... but I didn't really give him a chance."

Teá listened while she looked at the drink in her hands, spinning it and watching as the contents twirled. "What if I'm not strong enough to go through with it... to allow myself to be healthy?" She asked looking up at Amelia.

"Then you have no business being in relationship, especially not with my best friend." Amelia met Teá's look with a cool steady gaze.

"You know you can be a cold ass bitch?" Teá said smirking slightly. "But you know I love Sean and that I would never hurt him." Teá added looking back at her drink. "And I guess that's why I've been so distant."

"Sean's family, no one fucks with my family," Amelia returned, matter of fact. This was one of things her mother had instilled in her: Family is who you make it, and family always comes first. "Being distant does hurt him. He doesn't understand, and given why, neither of us can really explain it to him. If you love him, you'll find yourself a counselor."

Teá nodded, "than make the call." Teá said this time with more conviction.

Amelia smiled, and gave Teá's shoulder a squeeze. "No one's gonna be on duty there right now, but I'll make a call tomorrow, and have them get in touch."

"Thank you." Teá said setting her cup down and clasping her hands in her lap. "I should call Sean and explain what's been going on with me. And what my plan is to get things back to normal."

"Right now? I think he'll be asleep, though I suppose if he is, he'd be happy to talk to you anyway." Amelia frowned slightly, even though that was the truth of the matter. She'd also promised Rochelle she'd talk to Teá about the issues she'd had on the ship... but the counseling would help with that too. Maybe she could take a wait and see approach to that?

"Suppose this chat could wait until morning." Teá said thinking that this conversation shouldn't be done with one person about to go to sleep and one person waking up from a sleep.

"Probably best to let boyo get his beauty sleep anyways, do you know how much effort goes into maintaining those dreadlocks of his?" Amelia giggled at the thought of it. Back in the academy, she'd watched one of his waxing session and remembered the tale she'd gotten about how much more work had been involved in starting them.

"I did surprise myself by falling in love with those dreads. But god damn did he take longer getting ready than me on some of our dates." Teá said as she stifled a laugh.

"I thought I'd broken him of that... apparently he's forgotten what it's like to have me narrating his preening like a wildlife documentary." Amelia smirked, and emptied her glass. She cleared her throat, taking on a mockingly serious tone. "Here we see the boyo in his home away from home. Watch as he ponders the color of the shirt to wear... green for ol' Ireland, or perhaps blue to complement the color of his date's eyes?"

Teá had to put her glass down so she could catch her breath; just as Amelia started narrating his preening she had taken a sip of her drink and well it went down the wrong pipe. She was coughing as she tried to get everything under control.

Amelia looked up worried as Teá coughed. "Careful there, Boyo'll try and kill me if I manage to kill you from laughter." She leaned over to pat Teá on the back. "Good thing I didn't start with the story about the first time Sean went pub crawling as Iris Coffee..."

Cough, cough, cough... "Iris coffee?" Teá finally sputtered out after her coughing attack.

Amelia smirked. "Leave your drink on the table for this one..." she insisted, leaning close to Teá to tell the story. "This was a couple weeks after Sean had met my parents when they took us out to celebrate my 16th birthday. He survived their hazing, and I made a passing joke about how he'd look good in high heels..."

"Heels....and looking good." Teá smirked and set her glass down as she tried to picture this image of Sean in heels. The funny thing it wasn't that hard to do.

=/\= END LOG =/\=

Lieutenant Amelia Waterhouse
Infiltration Specialist
USS Vindicator

1Lt Teá Black (apb Aza)
51st Recon Unit,
Marine Intelligence Liaison Officer
USS Vindicator

 

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