> She paused.
> > > "I'm Res," she introduced herself, using her middle name, "and I think
> >you are someone I would like to know."
> > >
> > "Pleased to meet you Res, call me Sam. I hope that I prove not
to
> >be a waste of time to you. An obviously a very important and well
> >traveled, and most beautiful, young woman." Lasiter, Jr, replied
> >sympathetically.
> >
> "Sam. It's very nice to meet you, Sam." She raised her glass to him.
"Are
> you hiding from being a Starfleet officer? Why?"
>
"Sorta.... I am really hiding from my life. Starfleet is not that
bad, but it has it's moments where I could just chuck it all. However, it
is the rest of my life that I want to lose for a while. Family crap." he
answered her, taking a gulp of his vodka after finishing his answer.
Switching gears, and topics, he says, "Well you know what I do. The uniform
tells you that much. I am a Commander in the UFP Starfleet. What about
you, Res?" trying to get as far away from the topic of his troubles as he
could.
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