"It looks like you gentlemen are having a good time," said Ariel as she
approached.  She was wearing a pair of basic jeans and a sweatshirt.  While it
was not meant to show off her figure.  It somehow seemed to highlight her good
physique.  Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail more to have it out of
the way than anything.  "It seems like almost everyone is here."

"Even me," Kimberly said as she approached the group. 

At first, Colin hadn't recognized her.  The typically very hard-faced engineer had her blond hair down, literally, with a small tight braid hanging down the left side of her face and the remainder of her hair pulled into a scrunchie that hung just off the left of the back of her head.  She was wearing a sleeveless turtleneck with a short leather jacket over it and, even more than that, Colin was surprised that he was surprised to learn she had legs.  Very long ones, in very nice shape.  He'd never seen her out of uniform or sweatpants before, but now she wore a rather short, very flattering skirt.  And she looked... a bit uneasy, which was the most incongruous part of her appearance.

Ariel was surprised to see Kimmie's appearance, but she was glad to see the Engineer taking a break from her duties.  The woman was not known to make friends easily.  Perhaps this outing would help make her feel a little tighter with the command crew.

Behind him, Finnegan nudged him, if only slightly, to try and keep him from staring, probably.  "Glad you could join us, Kimberly," the priest greeted her.

Donovan's gaze lingered just a bit at both of the ladies.  They definately did not look like they were on duty.  'Wow...' he thought to himself...

Colin shook his head quickly, as if to clear it.  "Well," he said, "since we're all here..."  He nearly had to clear his voice to keep it from cracking.  "Let's get to the transporter and down to the surface, shall we?"

"Yes, let's go.  Our guide to fine Gaelic cuisine has promised corned beef that is nothing less than to die for," Black said removing his eyes from the ladies...

He led them to the closest transporter and moments later they were reassembling in a quiet park in downtown Dublin.  The walk to the pub was only minutes long, and they were seated in a quiet backroom almost immediately.

"This place is great.  Annapolis needs something like this..." Donovan marveled at the pub.

The pub captured old-world Europe in a way that was rare in the 24th Century.  In some ways, it reminded Ariel of the old city of Quebec, but it definitely had a uniqueness about it that made the space special in its own right.  "I think our leader has chosen wisely," continued the CSec as she glanced over to Donovan.  She knew that his background was from this area.  "Is this where you grew up, Captain?"

(Donovan?)

AJ

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