Coconuts and Grass Skirts

 Episode Name:  Coconuts and Grass Skirts
   Written By:  Starfleet
         Cast:  Balin, Bennett, Caeli, Cerene, Cristobal, Donavon, Dovoro, Etrik, 
                Golden, Harris, Haven, Idrani, Isole, Jameson, Javits, K'net-mauri, 
                Lao, Magret, Malloy, Medes, Niel, Poole, Risa, Starfleet, Takamura 
                and Talesin.
  Produced By:  Starfleet
  Directed By:  Starfleet
     Aired On:  Sat May 24 18:07:05 2003
     Stardate:  53238.1

Time: Fri May 23 21:31:14 2003

Stardate: 53236.1

Golden winks at Ali as he leads her toward the dance floor.

Caeli is sitting at a straw table with Haven, talking quietly as they wait for a server to take their drink orders.

Poole spins, waving briefly and smiling at Golden and Cerene as they near. She keeps right on going though, as there is plenty of room on the dance floor.

Balin moves towards the bar and taps his coconut. Zoada refills it with a milky-white concoction from a pitcher she's got behind the bar. He gives her a nod and a smile and turns to regard his crew while they get their R&R on.

"Yes!" Exuberant, Meg leads her companion onto the dance floor. A grin of appreciation stretches at waiting Poole get down with her bad self. "It's all about having fun." Hips sway to the beat. Fingers wiggle to encourage Harris to follow.

Idrani sips her drink, falling silent as she watches the goings ons around her.

"Alright, Josiah, you've got it," Risa says with a nod, accepting her banana margarita from the cabana boy. She takes a tiny sip, seems to decide it's what she wanted, and takes a larger gulp. "This entire thing is extremely impressive," she remarks, with her eyes out on the dance floor, "...even for a holodeck program."

Donavon walks out onto the Dance Floor.

Lao comes into the pavilion and off the beach.

Lao has arrived.

Golden takes a stool at the bamboo bar, the bartender nodding to let her know he'll take her order in a moment. Bamboo Bar.

Golden rises from her stool and steps away from the Bamboo Bar.

Golden walks out onto the Dance Floor.

Lao comes into the Pavillion, hands in his pockets. He nods to the people he knows. "Evening, folks!" he calls.

Etrik catches sight of Cerene and stares for a moment before mentally slapping himself. "Definitely." He shakes his head, and downs a large portion of the contents of his mug. "I understand several people worked on it in concert over a period of days. I was calling for commendations, myself."

Harris walks out onto the Dance Floor.

At her place, Haven sighs and starts to move to her feet. "Have a good time, Zip. I don't think I can stomach another forced-see-I'm-not-ignoring-you smile from someone who really is trying to do just that. So, you'll excuse me, won't you?"

Javits is seated at one of the tables, drink in hand. His table apparently has some sort of problem with its legs, as it's a bit off kilter. For the most part, he seems to be content to watch.

Cerene walks out onto the Dance Floor.

Balin takes a stool at the bamboo bar, the bartender nodding to let her know he'll take her order in a moment. Bamboo Bar.

At his place, Caeli looks somewhat confused as he follows you to his feet. "Er... sure, why not, but, ah... will you be back?" He glances around from occupant to occupant, trying to figure out who is setting her ill at ease.

With a sigh of resignation that is obviously feigned, Harris wanders out onto the dance floor at the invitation. "Oh, really?" he teases back.

On the dance floor, Poole doesn't so much wiggle as simply sway there for a few moments, before slipping back into the more funky style of dance she was doing before. She winks Risa's way, then waves to Harris before completing an arm motion. Then her eyes lock onto Lao and she gets a big grin on her face, "Pete!... over here..."

At his place, Balin saddles up next to Idrani. "Good evening, Jaylas," he says to Idrani. "How's your evening?"

Golden waves over Ali's head, which is not hard for him considering, to Jaylas and Etrik, then focuses on dancing.

Lao grins right back. "Why, Gwendolyn Poole! Lawsy me, and other such utterances," he says as he approaches. "Does your husband know you're gallivanting about in this outfit, teasing poor, innocent young ensigns away from the path of righteousness?"

At her place, Idrani smiles a little as Balin sits down. "Good evening, sir." She replies. "Pretty good so far. Though I think I'll need to have a holo-image taken, to prove to the lodge that I'm here, along with the sworn testimonies of three officers."

Cerene smiles and keeps her gaze locked on Golden's as she begins to dance with him, a twinkle in her dark eyes.

At her place, Haven gives her head a shake and says, "No. I won't. But you have a good time. Besides which, I wouldn't want to ruin your good standing." She offers a slow sad smile then steps away.

Haven stands and leaves the Straw Table.

At his place, Etrik quips, "What, bringing an empty margarita glass back wouldn't be enough?" He nods respectfully to Balin, past Idrani, and then the polite expression dissolves into a broad smile.

. o O Idrani feels Trying to relax, but she does have a lot on her mind.

"How better to test the righteous?" Poole answers with her own question, smirking. Arms now above her head, she sways some more. "I could use a dance partner though..."

Caeli stands almost as one with Haven, murmuring something to her as she walks off.

Caeli whispers to Haven, "I'll find you later, alright?"

Hands slide over Harris' shoulder, bracing against him for balance. Dance Meg does, swaying, bobbing back and forth, and basically enjoying the moment.

Balin speaks to Idrani at the bar. He gives a single nod to Etrik.

. o O Haven thinks "Just two rooms, Loni. Two. Rooms. Then you can bawl."

Some patrons of the Pavilion begin to dance.

At her place, Donavon says, "Let those inhibitions go, Robert. It's still Christmas."

. o O Caeli feels worried for Loni.

Lao bows to the lady Gwendolyn. He steps into Poole, and joins her swaying dance. He seems to have no fear about distance, as he steps right into her. Patrick Swayze, eat yer heart out!

Haven whispers to Caeli, "Don't. Please. One black sheep is enough for one station."

Haven steps out through the palm fronds and onto the beach.

Haven has left.

At his place, Balin grins slightly. "I would hope my word would be enough," he says. "And tonight, I'm Tarsis. Good evening, Josiah," he says to Etrik. Uh-oh, the Commanding officer knows his name. He takes a sip out of the coconut.

Harris begins dancing with Donavon, his eyes sparkling happily as they move around the floor.

At her place, Idrani smiles. "Whatever you say, Tarsis." Another sip of her drink. "Maybe a mah-gah-ree-tah glass with Tarsis's signature on it. Lately, I've been accused of forgetting how to have fun."

At his place, Balin looks over at Idrani and gives her an understated nod of Complete Understanding. "In our jobs, that's often not an easy thing to remember how to do. I've not checked in on you lately, because I like to give you the room to do your job, but I'm curious as to how you've gotten on with the new Federation Ambassador."

Caeli watches Haven slip through the fronds, his expression blank with lips slightly pursed, then looks from the dance floor to the bar, and back again, and then to the fronds, lather, rinse, repeat, etc. The indecision is clearly shown on his face.

. o O Idrani thinks "I haven't killed him yet. Yet...."

At his place, Etrik would be more worried if the commanding officer -didn't- know who he was. That might mean anything from overdoing the tequila to an imposter. "Evening, Tarsis," he replies to Balin's remark, and immediately takes a drink. . o O (Maybe I should go hide in the armory.)

"It makes me wish I'd been on the team creating it so I could feel proud," Risa jokes to Etrik, taking another, smaller drink, and grinning at the boogying Poole. "If I get some free time, I'd like to try my hand at something like this, though obviously on a lesser scale."

At her place, Idrani takes another sip of her drink. "Well, I think that it is going to take a little time, sir... Tarsis. Both of us have our ways in which we do things. We're still working on finding that happy medium."

. o O Idrani thinks "And if he tries to edge Starfleet Diplomatic Corps out of our areas of practice one more time, I'm filing a complaint with the FDS."

Poole shows no fear faced by the dirty dancing Lao, though mayhap he should fear her knee? She dances along with him, back forth and even, GASP, side-to-side. "Nevaren will be around later, I imagine... But, remember, he's the only one I sleep with, so... he's really very secure.... everyone sees him and thinks, 'uh-oh.'... I see him and go, 'Mmmmmm.'"

At his place, Balin grins and raises his coconut to Etrik. "The mark of a good diplomatic liaison officer, Mr. Etrik, is that she'll tell you what you want to hear." He gives the other man a wink before offering a more private cheer to Idrani with the cup. He takes a sip of the drink.

Etrik glances over at Risa from where he was listening to Idrani and Balin. "Maybe you'll get the chance," he offers, smiling. "I wouldn't mind seeing the finished result, though. If nothing else, it might be interesting."

Lao gives Poole some groove. Some fiiiine groove. He's shaking his thang. Who'd have thought that Pete had it in him? He grins back at Poole, and says, "You do that, too? Go 'mmmmm'? I thought it was just me."

Leaning against the barback, Zoada stifles a brief yawn.

At his place, Golden says "So, are you going to show me the Hula now?"

At her place, Idrani takes another sip of her 'rita. "I'll do my best, sir. Though to be completely honest, he has not been the easiest person to work with."

A manner of adjusting her steps for Meg is more used to the bouncing dances of home. Near Harris, all is naturally expressed, carefree laughter leaving her at witnessing the old bear being rather sociable. "Relax," she advises and steps towards him, then rocks hips to the side. "Follow the beat."

At her place, Cerene grins wryly. "You sure you want me to do it now? I was planning on saving it for later, but I don't have to."

At his place, Etrik arches an eyebrow. "Wasn't it a Terran pundit who once said that 'diplomacy is the art of saying 'nice doggy' until you can find a large rock.'?" He grins at Idrani. "Maybe that's the problem... two different modes of diplomacy."

. o O Idrani thinks "You have no idea..."

Golden dances to the music, a stray glance toward Lao and Poole and Lao's grooves...then he looks back to Ali speaking to her.

"If it's worth showing off, I'll invite you down for a tour," Risa promises, still focused in an idle bored sort of way on Lao and Poole tearing up the dance floor. "I'm starting on a little yacht program soon, but I don't expect much from it."

. o O Idrani feels mild sense of bemused irony.

Caeli evidently makes his decision, and approaches the bar. Not quite an order he follows, but a request from one whose wishes he respects. As he nears the bar, he catches part of the conversation therein. "/You're/ starting a yacht program?" he queries with an accusatory tone, but a grin to show his jesting nature.

At his place, Golden says "Hmmm, I suppose it depends on the type of Hula, I don't speak Hula you see. So does the grass skirt chafe?"

With a smile, Harris dips Donavon, then lifts her back up. "You assume that this old bear is too brittle to dance," he whispers wryly before spinning her.

Poole chuckles, tapping Lao on the nose as they dance. "He's mine, Pete... hands off." She smirks over at Golden as he looks her and Lao's way, then looks back to Lao, "What... no dipping?"

At his place, Balin chuckles at Etrik's rock expression. "That's cute. And he's right, Jaylas. Two modes of diplomacy. You are. He's not. But. He's an Ambassador, and carries that rank and responsibility. So... We will do our duty."

At her place, Cerene chuckles softly. "Nah. I imagine real grass would, but this is replicated stuff. Feels like the real thing, but it doesn't feel bad at all."

. o O Harris thinks "Beautiful beach, beautiful stars, beautiful girl. It's a good night."

Lao grins right back at Poole, and says, "Who said I'd use my hands?" He suddenly changes his posture, and steps into...TANGO POSITION! "Senorita...do you tango, perchance?" he asks. He's grinning, and having the time of his life, it seems.

Caeli stands and leaves the Straw Table.

Caeli takes a stool at the bamboo bar, the bartender nodding to let her know he'll take her order in a moment. Bamboo Bar.

Risa takes a stool at the bamboo bar, the bartender nodding to let her know he'll take her order in a moment. Bamboo Bar.

Takamura comes into the pavilion and off the beach.

Takamura has arrived.

Isole comes into the pavilion and off the beach.

Isole has arrived.

At her place, Idrani smiles a little at Etrik. "Diplomacy is like an ushaan duel, on the level of a grand melee. Give and take. A dance of anticipation, action and reaction." She nods to Balin, "Yes. Commander West hinted that ripples were being felt on Dulcais. But we have three months or so to regroup." And entrench. "Maybe that will allow for a little more perspective on the situation."

At his place, Golden says, "Ahhh..." He moves closer and wraps an arm around her waist and samples the texture of the skirt. "Hmmm, not bad at all... " He contemplates the coconuts, his contemplation pretty obvious in intent, then he grins and whirls her away, catching her hand just at the end of the spin and causing the skirt to flare out.

"Un poco," Poole says with a grin, taking up the TANGO POSITION complimentary to Lao. "You have no rose though..."

Idrani sits at the bar, sipping a 'Rita and chatting with Balin and Etrik.

At her place, Cerene chuckles softly as he appraises her... coconuts. "Like those, do you, Dylan dear?" And then, as she is spun out, and the skirt does the same, she giggles softly. "Careful, dear. Might let someone see something they shouldn't under there," she winks.

Javits, seated at the leaning table, watches the dancers with a growing frown. After peering into his glass, he pushes his chair back from the table and stands, then heads for the beach, leaving his half full glass behind.

Javits stands and leaves the Leaning Table.

At his place, Etrik looks calm. "It'll work out," he says, taking a sip from his drink. As Caeli comes over, he grins. "Hey, Zip... you doing all right?" He pats the seat next to him so Risa can sit down with the rest of the group. It's not every day an Ensign gets this kind of company; she might learn a few things.

Javits steps out through the palm fronds and onto the beach.

Javits has left.

At her place, Risa replies sweetly to Caeli "Yes, /I'm/ starting a yacht program. I said I'd program it for you, didn't I?" then takes a swallow of her banana margarita. She at last turns from the dance floor to focus on the Bolian and Etrik, adding, "You're just giving me the specifications. Right?" She smiles gratefully to Etrik's suggestion, taking the indicated seat.

At his place, Balin grins. "I'm a cold warrior. Diplomacy? Not me, despite Betazed's reputation of turning out strong diplomats. That's why I have you, Jaylas, to do my dirty work. And there is no dirtier work than politics."

Lao grins to Poole, and reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket, pulling out a red rose. It's not too much the worse for wear for being hidden in there. "Oh, don't I?" he says to Poole, and puts it in his teeth. "Now, we tango!" he says around those now-clenched teeth. And he lifts her into the air, spinning her around, and into a low stance. It's easy; she's light.

Curls fly backwards to tickle her bare back during the dip. The heat of Harris' hand upon her back draws a cracked grin from Meg. Twirling as she does, the skirt of her sarong sways about the legs almos leaving her dizzy. "Too brittle to last very long," comes the light hearted quip.

At his place, Caeli nods slowly. "Yeah... just a friend being cryptic as usual." His smile returns as he nods to Risa, "I'll write up the specs for you. And tour the sucker as you build it. How're you doing, Josiah?" He offers a nod and smile to Idrani and Balin as he stands with the other security man and the engineer.

Leaning against the barback, Zoada stifles a brief yawn.

Isole slips through the frond of the pavillion, wearing a very literal dress. All done up and no place to go. She seems a touch awkward for the first moments, turning her ankle with a faulty step on her heels. She recovers, however, pats at her hair, juts up her chin, and begins moving towards the bar. The tango, however, attracts her attention. And the style and grace she had attained is slaughtered by another bad step and a bit of a windmilling of the arms as she attempt to keep her balance while walking forward on her toes. Eep!

. o O Idrani feels a stab of genuine concern, as though the words 'dirty work' have hit a chord. She stubbornly tries to repress that.

At her place, Idrani nods. "Truer words were never spoken." She finishes off her drink in a few quick gulps.

At his place, Etrik deadpans at Caeli, "I'm socializing with superior officers. I can't decide whether to be happy or hide under the bar." He cocks a head at Balin's remarks on politics, and chuckles. "How -do- you diplomatically tell someone 'you're an idiot', anyways? I don't think I'd be able to pretty it up for them..."

Javits comes into the pavilion and off the beach.

Javits has arrived.

Risa is seated near Etrik and Caeli at the bar, grinning and drinking a banana margarita in between speaking in light tones. Ahem, to save the room spam.

At her place, Idrani quirks a little smile at Etrik. "Ask Ambassador K'net-mauri. He knows more ways to subtly insult people than anyone I know."

Takamura comes up to the pavillion from the beach, not far behind Isole. As he watches her struggle with her shoes, he steps up beside her to offer his arm for gentlemanly support. "Good evening, Isole. Would you do me the honor of allowing me to escort you?" He then winks down at her with a grin.

Eep, Poole is caught a little off-guard as she's manhandled. She is a little woman. But a tough little woman and so lands on her feet, "I never would have thought you capable..."

Harris inclines his head slightly before grinning and spinning Donavon again. "Oh, really?"

At his place, Balin smiles to the new arrivals to the bar. He lifts his coconut toward them. "Good evening," he says before taking a drink from the straw. "Of course he does, Jaylas," he says in response to the K'net-mauri comment.

Javits stops to stand by the entrance, hands loosely shoved in his pockets as he takes in the scene. Dancing just isn't his thing, apparently.

Golden laughs in response to a warning from Ali as he makes her grass skirt flare out in spin and he draws her back, but as the song ends he asks, "Perhaps I better take you for a walk and you can explain all the risks of your outfit and then we can come back?"

At her place, Risa says jokingly to Caeli, "I think you'll just tour it to make sure it fits your style. Keep me in check, as it were. Otherwise I'd load your poor yacht down with plants." She grins to herself at Etrik's comments, leaning lightly against the bar.

Cerene bites her lip softly and smiles. "Well. I suppose that I can't really argue with that, can I? Of course, it'd be better if I just showed you..."

Lao grins to Poole. "Of?" he asks, as he starts to walk her backwards across the floor, in a tango-style march.

Isole recovers. Again. This time she spits out a frustrated series of Centauran words which the UT's have been taught to kindly ignore. She clears her throat once she's under balance, if only to offer Hiroshi a smile rather than a scowl. "Hi, Hiroshi. Yes, please. I was heading to the bar, I promised Jaylas I'd be her wingman for the evening. Thalev's on maneuvers, and Magret's otherwise detained. But I could steal time for a dance, I suppose, if you'd like?"

Golden shakes his head and laughs again, leading Ali off the dance floor.

Golden walks away from the Dance Floor.

Golden steps out through the palm fronds and onto the beach.

Golden has left.

Cerene steps out through the palm fronds and onto the beach.

Cerene has left.

Poole peers over her shoulder back towards Balin, smirking amidst the tango, and pats Lao, "Of the tango..." She spots Javits and nods once, giving him a brief hand signal.

Takamura smiles at the Centauran. "The bar it is, then. And I would certainly enjoy a dance with you. At your leisure, of course." He bows his head slightly then escorts her toward the bar.

. o O Poole thinks "Here we go..."

Donavon whirls back into Harris and firmly plants her hand upon his shoulder. Down she slithers in curvy motion, brushing slightly, and ending in her original stance. Eyes lock onto his. "Really." Unspoken words are exchanged through their glances.

At his place, Caeli waves to Balin before responding, "Our yacht, Jalyn. And as long as you keep the plants in the cabin, they're fine with me." He hrms softly, looking out towards the dancefloor. "Josiah, I hate to do this, but I wonder if you wouldn't mind me stealing your companion for a dance or two?"

. o O Takamura thinks "Well, doesn't everyone look lovely tonight. Perhaps I should have worn my sarong."

Balin isn't paying much attention to Poole. His back is to the dance floor and he chats with the people at the bar.

The Beach Boys can be heard over the Pavilion's sound system, crooning about lost love, lost innocence, or a found surf break.

Javits directs a surreptitious glance in Balin's direction as he shoves his left hand deeper into its pocket, tapping at something within.

. o O Donavon thinks "My star..how wonderous you are when you smile"

Javits then directs a nod to Poole, with a huge grin breaking through that he can't seem to wipe away.

"Perhaps you'll find that this old bear is full of surprises," Harris whispers in reply to his companion, an eyebrow perking in amusement.

Lao sees where Poole is looking, and gets an evil smile. "I'm capable of many things, Gwen," he teases, his tone sultry, if somewhat muffled around that rosesterm he has in his teeth. He suddenly spins her out on one arm, pulls her back in and dips her.

Dovoro comes into the pavilion and off the beach.

Dovoro has arrived.

At his place, Etrik shakes his head at Balin and Idrani. "I don't mean to insult. More like, 'this is a dumb idea and you should slap yourself'." He smiles at Caeli. "Go to it, I'm just jawing here, after all." He looks at Balin and Idrani, as if gauging them for an Uncle Finn story.

"Meg is gonna be /smiling/ tomorrow," this commented aside to Hiroshi as she slips her hand into his arm to head to the bar, "and I think Robert, too." She glances back to the pair of the floor, just grinning like an idiot. Once at the bar, Isole rewards Hiroshi with a chaste smooch to the corner of his mouth before reclaiming her hand to tuck under her dress as she slides onto a stool near Idrani. "Sorry it took so long, Jaylas."

At her place, Risa arches a brow at Caeli and corrects, "Not /our/ yacht. /Your/ yacht. If I were designing something, it wouldn't be a yacht. I think I proved /that/ one in the Great Holodeck Raft Contest of 2376 between you, Marcus and I out there last night." She grins, then takes a smaller sip of her margarita.

Dovoro strides into the pavilion and glances around easily, looking over the people in attendance.

Lao has just dipped Gwen Poole, as they tango on the dance floor.

Javits is standing by the entrance, hands shoved in his pockets. He looks to Dovoro with a wide grin.

Idrani smiles at Isole as the Centauran woman joins them. "Hello, Miss Isole."

Dovoro looks at Lao and Poole with a smile, biting her lip softly as she spots Pete. Darned if he doesn't look good tonight. She turns to Javits and begins chatting quietly.

Dovoro whispers to Javits, "So are we going to do this, then?"

Takamura smiles innocently as Isole gives him a peck. "Why, thank you." He then nods over to Idrani. "Hello, Jaylas."

Donavon whispers to Harris, "Too late for Meg already /smiles/. 'Each and every day, I discover a little more of you.' Twinkling eyes intensify in hue, not in the least breaking eye contact. "But this young whippersnapper has a few surprises of her own," is murmured directly into the ear before lightly kissed."

Balin gives a nod to the Centauran woman. "Good evening," he says to Isole. He lifts his coconut to her.

Poole beams a grin at Lao, being dipped. She does have a nice sexy neck and all that, plus with the midrift bare and everything? Anyways, she says, "A moment?" She eyes Dovoro who's just entered and gives her the same handsign as Javits, then, she gives the thumbs up, casting one more glance over her shoulder towards the bar. Go, Go, Go.

Lao lifts Poole back up, waits while she gives the handsign, and then spins her in place on the floor. And starts walking her backwards again...towards the bar. "Hey!" he says, hurt. "I've got a frickin' -rose- in my teeth, here! Some attention, please!" And they're heading straight towards Balin. Maybe Gwen will figure out. Maybe not.

Dovoro taps her compin and mutters something under her breath.

Isole eyes the lifted nut, eyes the Captain of the Station on which she is permitted to operate her business, eyes the lifted nut, eyes the Captain once more and then very wisely abstains from voicing the joke she badly wishes to make. She bites her lip, she fights a giggle, and then she manages a much more polite, "Hello, Captain. Enjoying the evening?" Idrani wins a glance and a chuckle prior to her patting the stool beside her. "Stop looming, Hiroshi. Get comfy."

Javits glances down at his left pocket with a slight frown, his fingers tapping at something within it again. Glancing back up to Dovoro, he shrugs, his grin returning even brighter.

At his place, Caeli only grins, setting his arm on Risa's as he gently tries to guide her away from the bar. "As long as it floats, I'll be happy. And this is an argument better saved for when you start to program it?" He murmurs something quickly to Risa, then turns away from the bar.

Caeli whispers to Risa, "Now is not a good time to be near the bar. Trust me. Come and dance."

Dipping again, Robert laughs as he gazes into his companion's eyes. "Of that, I have no doubt," he replies lightly before his voice drops. "We haven't fought in almost two weeks, you know."

. o O Isole can't keep from THINKING it of course, "They... always... NO! But... FUNNY! Said you had big nuts. SLAG IT! Bah!" Ahem.

The Beach Boys can be heard over the Pavilion's sound system, crooning about lost love, lost innocence, or a found surf break.

Poole halts that momentum by Lao, winking at him before turning to look at Balin. "Watch..."

And suddenly Captain Balin, CO of the Station, has an abrupt change of garment. Cerene will be jealous, they're wearing matching coconut halters and grass hula skirts. And on his head? A delightful fruit laden hat. .... And for good measure? Some monkeys pop into thin air, and go crawling up to his shoulders, picking at the fruit.

Balin grins slightly at the giggling Isole. It doesn't take a Betazoid to know she's giggling at him. "Quite well," he says, in good spirits. "Good evening, Hiroshi," he says to Takamura.

Lao stops, turns...and gapes. The rose drops from his mouth.

Isole prompty lifts her hands. Innocent. Innocent. So innocent. Laughing out loud, mind you, but innocent!

Takamura nods towards Balin, offering a slight smile. "Good evening, Captain." He then smirks at Isole as he takes up the stool next to her.

Over the shoulder of Robert, the sight of the Captain Balin halts the dancing. Quickly, Meg pushes Harris about to cast an eye towards the bar. "Oh my," she whispers, holding back a laugh.

Etrik was in the middle of sipping from his mug. Balin's abrupt change catches him right then, with the usual result -- a choking sound and a spray of Guinness on the bar, as he begins coughing hard.

Risa lets Caeli take her arm and guide her away from the bar, though she makes sure to grab her margarita before-- Balin ... ohmy. She's trying so very hard not to smile. Laugh. Get herself in trouble. She's almost, but not entirely, successful.

. o O Takamura thinks "Wow. The Captain actually knows my name. I must be doing something right."

Idrani's jaw drops slightly. "Sir... there are little primates..." Her brows arch. "And they're hungry..."

Balin freezes. They may have stopped his program. Except his eyes go up Isole's forehead, past the top of her head, to the hat he is wearing. The fruit hat with the jumping monkeys. "Gwen Poole," he says under his breath. He shakes his head which causes a banana to wiggle on top of his head. "Gwen Poole." He looks about the bar. Yes, there she is.

Caeli just laughs, out loud, applauding with his free hand and the one linked with Risa's. "It suits you, Captain!" he offers, before grinning down to the engineer at his side.

Lao leans down, and picks up his rose. He turns to Poole, and says, "Run. I'll distract him." He puts the rose in his teeth, and marches up to Balin. "Captain...may I have this dance?" he asks, dropping to one knee.

. o O Balin's shocked. Stunned. And his anger flares briefly before settling down in the good humor of the moment.

Harris is spun around, and he just... gapes. And then a smirk of grim satisfaction grows on his face.

Javits turns back towards Balin, he eyes bugging out a bit at the Captain's new clothes, his jaw dropping a bit as well.

Poole steps forward, smiling and salutes. "Tarsis Balin," she replies good-naturedly.

Etrik continues to cough, red in the face, as the holobartender hurriedly wipes off the bar and hands him a towel to cough into as he tries to clear his lunges. He would laugh, except he's trying to draw some air.

Takamura blinks, then chuckles softly at the Captain's new clothes.

Isole tries to gauge the Captain's reaction, and upon making up her mind, starts making apologies almost at once. "I am /so/ sorry, Tarsis, I had no idea that -- this -- would happen. And. I'll comp your time tonight. And..." Her eyes trickly down to Lao, her lips quivering with fought laughter. Her eyes travel back to Balin before she switches tack, "Haven't you always wanted a monkey?"

Idrani chuckles. She orders another 'Rita. "They're sort of cute."

"Mr. Lao, stand down, or stand in the brig," Balin says. He pushes himself up with as much dignity as he can muster and plucks one of the monkeys off his head. "I suppose you think this is funny," Balin says, the banana wiggling on top of his forehead. He holds the squirming monkey up for her acknowledgement.

. o O Idrani feels Amused. And appreciative of the good prank.

Idrani nods, taking a sip of her drink. "Yes, sir." She says, helpfully.

Lao winces, and proceeds to duck-walk away from his kneeling position.

. o O Lao thinks "Absolutely zero sense of humor."

Dovoro watches Lao slip off with a stifled giggle, hand over her lips.

"The monkey is funny, yes, Captain... You're cute," Poole says with a smile, she crosses her arms in front of her. She looks strangely satisfied. "Better than being tarred and feathered?"

Risa remains not-laughing. Not-smiling. And the strain it's causing the poor Ensign is obvious. She disengages her hand from Caeli's arm, wiping it over her mouth in an attempt to hide the quivering hint of a smile.

. o O Harris thinks "And to think, I wanted to put laxative in his coffee."

Donavon inclines her head towards Harris, murmuring gently, Donavon whispers to Harris, "Without the monkey, he'd appear dignified. What do you expect his reaction to be?"

K'net-mauri comes into the pavilion and off the beach.

K'net-mauri has arrived.

The lights over the dance floor flash as a beach song, its strains as gentle as the lapping island waves.

Caeli shakes his head slowly. "Nice knowin' ya, Gwen..." he murmurs, watching the escapade.

Balin can't help but smile at Poole. He nods a few times. "Yes, the circle is now complete," Balin says. "Until the next round of promotions." He chucks the holo-monkey at Poole's head by the scuff of its neck.

Javits manages to recover somewhat, swallowing hard a few times. With an uneasy expression, he directs a sidelong glance to Dovoro, then turns back to watch the spectacle continue to unfold.

Harris just shakes his head. "No idea," he replies softly.

Etrik props himself up on his elbows. Looks at Balin. Lets his head sink back down onto his arms, his shoulders shaking furiously as he tries to muffle his laughter.

Idrani chuckles.

<CONTEST> Poole contests her Dodge skill vs Balin's Primitive Weaponry (Monkey) skill and Succeeds!

Lao sidles up beside Dovoro. He turns his head to her, speaking quietly. Lao whispers to Dovoro, "You think asking him to dance was a -bad- idea? I mean...he is awfully cute in that outfit."

Takamura inhales deeply trying not to break into a full blown laugh. Instead he quietly watches the aftermath completely amused.

Isole tucks a curl behind her ear at the Captain's chosen method of dealing with things, eyes on the bar for a long moment. She looks back to the squirming monkey, then back at the bar. When the monkey is tossed, Isole frowns rather much. She's up from the bar, stalking after the primate projectile. "Come on, guys. Knock it off, lighten up, or I'll spread a rumor about the Captain spanking his monkey off of Gwen's head."

Dovoro giggles softly. "It *worked*," she mutters softly. And then she glances up and over, and slips an arm around Lao's waist with a smile. "I'm not sure he was amused, dear."

Idrani laughs out loud, shaking her head. "Oooh." That one merits a healthy gulp of Strawberry margarita.

Poole nabs the monkey as it flys past, saving the holocreature from a cruel landing. Cradling it, she looks up at Balin and winks, "Aye, sir... I look forward to it."

Medes comes into the pavilion and off the beach.

Medes has arrived.

Javits glances back as Medes arrives, then leans closer to her to whisper, Javits whispers to Medes, "You just missed it."

Balin grins slightly. "Now, if you will all excuse me, I'm going to find my clothes." He turns to the others at the bar and bows slightly. "Pardon me, everyone." He turns back toward the door and begins to do a hula dance away from the bar.

K'net-mauri makes his way in, unhurried. The center of attention is easily identified and located. Balin, in some absurd costume, tossing furry animals about. Oh, is it time for the blood-sports. K'net-mauri doesn't really realise the humour of Balin's particular costume; he thinks his own is silly enough, maybe this coconut-shell chestplate thing is just another part of the Luau tradition.

Dovoro giggles out loud as Balin slips away. Oh, dear.

Lao says, as Balin hulas by, "Nice moves, sir." Very formally, too.

Medes pauses just inside the door, blinks at her fellow Engineer, and whispers back. Medes whispers to Javits, "Missed what?" The sight of the Captain... in... oh... my... hula'ing backwards in her direction causes Thea's eyes to widen and her jaw to drop. Medes whispers to Javits, "Oh. I see that I did."

Etrik tosses down the remainder of his mug's contents. "Bartender, another one. I need to scrub that memory out of my head." He looks over at Idrani. "How're you holding up with your drink?" he inqures.

Poole holds out the rescued monkey for Isole, smiling, "I think he approved of the joke... sorry about that, Isole... It had to be a surprise." She casts a glance back towards Javits and Dovoro, nodding knowingly and grinning like a banshee.

Balin continues past the Romulan Ambassador and Lt. Medes. "Good evening," he says to them both as he gyrates his hips past them, his arms making wave motions. He's doesn't seem embarrassed by his outfit at all. He just keeps hula'ing.

Idrani gestures to her half-filled glass. "Two is about my limit for Terran drinks, I'm afraid."

Risa seems to feel relatively like Etrik does; she takes a nice healthy (or unhealthy, depending on one's perspective) drink of her margarita, her eyes trailing over to focus on Isole.

Javits steps aside as Balin hulas past, failing miserably to suppress a fit of chuckling from bursting forth.

K'net-mauri steps out of Balin's way and raises an eyebrow at the captain. He looks a bit befuddled.

. o O Medes is, to put a word to it, dumbfounded. Brain goes zorch. Other reactions will come in a moment.

Caeli just grins broadly, shaking his head. Thankfully he was away for the tar and feathering... but this is one for the books.

The conversational level in the pavilion lulls for a moment before rising once more to its usual levels.

"Dirty work!" calls Balin over his shoulder. It must be something he was talking to someone about.

Balin steps out through the palm fronds and onto the beach.

Balin has left.

Idrani laughs at that, shaking her head. She finishes off her drink.

Takamura shakes his head as he watches Balin hula his way out. After a moment, he turns to the bartender ordering a pina colada.

Lao looks over to Dovoro, and then back to Poole. Hmm. Decisions, decisions.

Dovoro degenerates into a giggling fit as soon as Balin's gone. Hee.

Kudos to the Captain for the hula dance and taking the joke in stride. Donavon leans her head against Harris' shoulder, smiling quietly. "Care to take a rest and order a drink?"

Isole accepts the holographic monkey with considerable care, allowing it to dangle from her neck as she offers support of its backside with her arms. It's really what her dress needed, a monkey. "I laughed," Isole assures, "until he tossed the monkey." One of Isole's hands move up to pet the faux-creature's head, and she resumes her seat at the bar carefully, crossing her legs, exposing one in the process. "You okay, sweetie?" Yes. She's talking to the monkey.

Takamura takes a stool at the bamboo bar, the bartender nodding to let her know he'll take her order in a moment. Bamboo Bar.

Etrik thinks about that a moment, then nods to Idrani. "I probably need to cut myself off after this last one," he says, regarding his new mug. "Don't want to be too sozzled to make it to my quarters, after all."

. o O Idrani feels relaxed and slightly buzzed.

. o O Medes, after the shock starts to wear off, is kind of disappointed that she wasn't involved. This disappointment gets into a shouting match with the fact that, yes, she's overtly intimidated by Balin, and neither side comes out the clear winner. The winner by attrition, obviously, was non-participation.

As soon as Balin is past, Javits keels over in an absolutely unrestrained fit of laughter, tears running down his cheeks. It's all he can do to lay there in the sand and gasps for breath between guffaws.

Idrani nods. "Yes. Alcohol and phasers don't really mix. Perhaps you'd care to dance?" She quirks a little smile.

K'net-mauri makes his way to Isole, looking at the monkey, then glancing at Poole. A smile, pleasant. "Hm, they have hijacked your hologram emitters for some reason?" he asks of Isole.

Caeli rises from her stool and steps away from the Bamboo Bar.

"I can think of better things than that," Robert replies softly. "Stargazing?"

Poole peers over at Javits, grinning some more. She makes her way over towards him, passing K'net-mauri in the process. "Ambassador, sir... good evening," she says jovially, then moves on past. "That went well," she says to Dovoro with a wink.

Dovoro finally stops giggling long enough to look over at Poole, grin, and nods. "Very," she manages to get out. And then the giggles start again.

K'net-mauri nods to Poole, "Good evening, Commander."

Lao is standing beside Dovoro. "I nearly get put in the brig, and you say 'well?' Yeesh. Here I am, throwing myself in the line of fire...monkey fire, even...and do I get any appreciation? Noooooo." All this aimed at Poole.

Donavon shifts her gaze upon Robert, "Mmm..isn't that what we've been doing?" Smiling far more broadly, she nods. "A walk beneath the stars is a splendid idea."

Risa indicates the bar with a nod of her head to Caeli, then moves toward it without a word. She takes a seat not far from Isole, watching the programmer with an understanding smile. "He... erm, or she, looks unhurt to me," she offers kindly enough, only then glancing to see if Caeli's followed or no.

"You'd take a monkey to the head for me?... MY HERO!" Poole declares, clasping her hands in front of her as she bats her eyelashes.

"I'm sure they had one," Isole notes up to K'net-mauri, "and they'll probably tell me, too, if I ask. Right now I have a rather confused and startled data construct to console." She pets the monkey indicatively. "I love the outfit, Ambassador. I really do. You look good in it, genuinely."

Medes scratches the back of her head, somewhat befuddled, and looks aside to Javits as he breaks down in laughter. Her lips press together in a line. She glances over to Poole, Lao and Dovoro, raises a hand to scratch at the back of her head, and turns to shuffle out of the bar without another word to anyone.

Harris smiles as he heads for the doors. "Well, yes..." he replies. "But these are literal holographic stars."

Between peals of laughter, Javits manages to gasps out an affirmative to Poole, then, with a glance to Dovoro, succumbs to yet another round of side splitting guffaws.

. o O Medes bums. Missed out. Sucks to be a scared-of-the-Captain wuss.

Medes steps out through the palm fronds and onto the beach.

Medes has left.

Donavon tightens fingers with Harris and is lead out to visit the stars.

Caeli had intended for Risa to grace him with her company on the dancefloor, but as she detaches herself, leaving for what can only be described as other obligations. His conspicuous smile becomes a look of solemn determination as the shimmering shirted-Bolian moseys through the palm fronds ahead of Donavon & Harris.

Lao puffs out his chest dramatically. "You're darn right!" he says to Poole. "And the best tango in the room, to boot!"

Caeli steps out through the palm fronds and onto the beach.

Caeli has left.

Harris steps out through the palm fronds and onto the beach.

Harris has left.

Donavon steps out through the palm fronds and onto the beach.

Donavon has left.

K'net-mauri offers Isole an ironic smile, "Really? I have an ordinary costume, and an ostentatious costume. It seems a strange tradition to have a," he glances down at himself, "Silly one as well. Or rather, a variety of them." He looks at the monkey, "What is this animal?"

Etrik looks up at Idrani, maybe a little startled at the invitation. He looks at the mug, then shrugs, setting it down on the bar. "Why not? I have to warn you I'm not that great of a dancer... though thankfully this isn't a formal waltz."

A gusted breeze clatters the clean glasses on the barback.

Idrani rises from her stool and steps away from the Bamboo Bar.

"It's a lower primate. A monkey. Arboreal creature native to Earth," Isole provides easily. Only then does she look to Risa and offer a gust of a sigh and a smile. "He's okay. He'll be fine. When I've set him down, you want to dance? Talk? Take a walk?" Her eyes shift towards the exit to the Pavillion where Caeli has just left, then back to Risa. Her attention returns to K'net, "They're fun. I like dressing differently. It keeps people who expect the same from you guessing."

Etrik rises from her stool and steps away from the Bamboo Bar.

Dovoro smiles and swats Lao on the backside. "That's not all, either."

Idrani smiles, "I'm not much of a dancer either. Fortunately, I've been able to avoid most engagements that require it."

Takamura accepts his glass with a smile to the bartender. After a few sips, he turns to watch Isole play with the monkey.

Poole winks over at Dovoro and Lao, then says, "I'm going to step out for some fresh air... my foster child is waiting, after all." She nudges Javits with her toe, then walks on out.

Poole steps out through the palm fronds and onto the beach.

Poole has left.

Etrik offers Idrani his arm. "In favor of diplomatic bar brawls?" he inquires, grinning. "Oh well, it's not like we haven't had enough examples tonight... and it looks like we won't embarrass ourselves in front of everyone."

"It is often not a good idea to suprise people," observes K'net-mauri. "Mr. Golden seemed to believe it worthy of the effort, so I oblige him." A sudden change of subject: "I trust your beloved is well?"

Javits manages to drag himself up into a sitting position, still racked with an occasional chuckle. Slowly standing up, he brushes himself off, then dabs at his eyes with a corner of his shirttail, "That was absolutely amazing."

Lao yelps a little as he gets swatted, and turns to Dovoro. "Are you planning on staying for a while? I have to get back to Kotesh, soon."

Idrani accepts the arm. "I don't think I've gotten in a diplomatic brawl for months."

Idrani walks out onto the Dance Floor.

Dovoro turns to Lao and grins. "Oh? Why's that?"

Etrik walks out onto the Dance Floor.

Risa nods to Isole, holding a hand close to said monkey in an attempt to see if she can pet it. "I'd like that, yeah. You can explain a certain reference I've been trying to understand." She'd apparently been about to miss the Bolian's exit, but following Isole's gaze lets her only just do so. She's still for a moment, then purses her lips faintly and returns her eyes to Isole. Not a word is said.

Lao leans into Dovoro, and says something quietly. Lao whispers to Dovoro, "He's teaching me how to fight with a chaka."

At his place, Etrik walks Idrani out onto the floor. "It's amazing how a good brawl will clear the air. I know that sounds odd coming from a security officer..."

Dovoro widens her eyes and smiles. "Oooh. I could use the practice too."

"My beloved is exquisite, Sir," Isole offers with the smile such questions bring, "she'll be here tonight. Sometime. She promised. I'm saving her the last dance." Isole then looks back to Risa, at her expression, smiling briefly in understanding, then nodding her head in acceptance. Not a word is said, herself. The monkey, for his part, cranes his head about in a monkey-like manner and, upon sniffing Risa's fingers, attempts to gum them with big old lips. She looks back to K'net-mauri then, asking, "Have you heard from yours, sir? How is she?"

At her place, Idrani seems to follow your lead on the dancefloor. Aside from the fact that the male partner leads, she doesn't know how to dance to this kind of Terran music. "Oh, certainly. When I first got here, it took me beating down the Klingon Ambassador and blooding his honor guard before we finally got a good working relationship. Though, Vor'mak nicked me, also, however it was the first time I'd used a bat'leth. But I do miss VuQ'cheH. Especially now."

Lao nods. "Well...want to take off, or were you planning on hanging around here for a while?"

Dovoro shrugs gently. "I'm good to go, if you want to."

K'net-mauri smiles at Isole. "Good. She was most displeased when last I saw her, I hoped to hear her well." His brown eyes warm with his next words. "And my beloved is formidable as ever. I am pleased to hear from her every few days or so. Thank you, for asking."

Lao looks over to her. "You can stay, you know? Dance with people, have some fun. I'm just learning the basics. I doubt you'd get much practice."

Javits rubs at his eyes one last time, then turns for the beach, but not before calling back with a laugh, "I also do weddings and birthday parties!"

Javits steps out through the palm fronds and onto the beach.

Javits has left.

At his place, Etrik listens to the beat for a moment, then nods, taking your hand and starting the lead -- a boisterous kind of dance blending flamenco with a reggae rhythm, though following his steps is fairly easy. "Challenge him to surfing next time, he was having a time picking that up last night."

At her place, Idrani blinks. "Oh. I don't know if I could do that. Andorians... don't like water."

Some patrons of the Pavilion begin to dance.

Dovoro squeezes Lao's hand gently. "Alright, I'll stick around for a little longer, but I'll join you when I'm done?"

Takamura continues to sip on his pina colada, observing the others. Perhaps, he's looking for a dance partner.

Lao nods, smiling. "Have fun, sweetie." He kisses her on the cheek, and goes.

Lao steps out through the palm fronds and onto the beach.

Lao has left.

At his place, Etrik grins. "Neither did he, after he fell off his surfboard several times." He cocks his head. "Ma'am -- Jaylas -- I personally doubt you're doing anything wrong. Admittedly, diplomacy isn't my strong suite, but I've always felt that if you're trying to do the -right- thing, things do tend to work out."

Isole crooks a bittersweet smile the Romulan's way, "Oh. That. Yeah... she's. Still upset by that. She was really angry, and it's her way to let that emotion show. Mine, too, really. But being angry doesn't keep someone from being exquisite." She eases the monkey off of her lap and drops it onto a nearby stool, looking back up to the Ambassador. "I couldn't do it, you know. What you do, the way you have to do it? I couldn't be away from Magret. I think it's really admirable. That you do that for your people. Not the job, so much as what doing it entails." With that said, Isole looks back to Risa. "Dance first?" A pause. "First dance, too, actually."

Jameson comes into the pavilion and off the beach.

Jameson has arrived.

Risa's pursed lips manage, at Isole's look and together with a bit of time, to relax into flatness again. In fact, they curl upward at the monkey's antics, and she sticks out her tongue with a laugh as he tries to gum her fingers. "Uck!" she says, only barely getting free, and says, "I'm offering to pet you, not be your dinner." She grows more serious as K'net-mauri and Isole speak, and she nods with a grin to Isole's offer. "Sure thing. Can't guarantee I'm any fun to dance with, though."

At her place, Idrani smiles a little. "Thanks." She pauses. "It's like a game with incredible consequences. I've only been out of the Academy a year. Gone from Ensign to Lieutenant in that time. And I've learned this job with no formal diplomatic training. It's been tooth and nail, more than once. But sometimes, I think of the magnitude of the responsibility... and I feel guilty for even being here, at this party, for being slightly buzzed and dancing."

K'net-mauri grins at Isole, "Oh, being angry is often quite enhancing of someone who is already exquisite." He cants his head to one side a touch and looks at her face for a moment, pleased and thoughtful but no longer grinning, before speaking again. "I thank you. It is difficult."

At his place, Etrik whirls Idrani around in a spin, before catching her. He may be short, but he's practically half again as broad in the shoulders as she is. "Oh, I don't doubt it. I'd worry if you -didn't- feel a little nervous. But we're in a high-risk business; if we don't blow off some steam, it leads to bigger problems." He grins. "After all, who wants to live forever anyways?"

Jameson comes into the pavilion with a slow, relaxed gait. No speedo tonight, he's actually far more clothed than his last beach trip. As he makes his entrance, he steps to the side so as not to block anyone else coming or going and gives the room a scan. He offers a smile and wave to those he knows who might catch him watching, but its in Risa and Isole's direction that he finally heads, a grin touching his features.

At her place, Idrani chuckles, seeming to find that darkly amusing. "Not me." she says, sincerely. Despite not being used to dancing, Jaylas has a natural grace and athleticism that serves her well. "It is, as the Captain said, dirty work. And someone has to do it. Tomorrow I'll worry about saving a planet. Tonight, I'll dance."

The cheerful notes of a peppy summertime tune float through the pavilion.

Isole smiles across at Risa before reaching out to snag her hand as precursor to both talking and departing for a dance. Mainly because she's given over to answering K'net-mauri. "I know." She pauses before adding further, "My dance card starts with Jalyn, but if you'd like, and your wife wouldn't mind...?" She lets the question hang, given Jameson's arrival. "Marcus! Hi, honey. Jalyn and I were about to hit the dance floor, actually." A pause is diplomatically left in this place, for whatever reason.

K'net-mauri chuckles. "My wife would mind, but only for the fun of having a fight about it," he says. "But I fear I must decline. I have some things I must attend to before I retire and had probably best get started. Give my regards to Magret."

At his place, Etrik isn't doing -too- shabby. At least he's not stepping on Idrani's toes. "Sounds like a good idea to me." He seems totally unconcerned by differences in height and, for that matter, species, as he leads Idrani through a quick, stomping series of paces, enjoying himself too. Hey, how often DOES an armory officer get to dance with a diplomatic attache, anyways? Especially a pretty one.

Risa dashes off the rest of her banana margarita, rests the glass on the bar, and gets ready to move where Isole leads. Before she can be taken away, however, she bids K'net-mauri a polite 'Evening'. She turns to wave to Jameson with her free hand, then jokes as though it were a stern warning, "You're next!"

At her place, Idrani spins and moves gracefully. "So, where was your last assignment?"

Jameson looks to Isole and grins as he gives her a big hug, as usual. "Dancing with Jalyn, eh?" He catches Risa's warning and chuckles. "I shall wait here and pine then until Isole returns you to me." He winks at Isole, "Now don't ruin things for me. I mean, no way I could compete with a smoothie like you." He chuckles. "Though, you can romance me later with a dance yourself." He gives waggly brows then looking between Isole and Risa.

At his place, Etrik chuckles. "The USS Hammer. Started out as the junior armory mate there, and worked my way up to armory officer before I got transferred here. Busy job, but I actually had fun with it -- more interesting than counting boxes, at any rate."

At her place, Idrani nods. "Back when I was a Science officer... like thirteen months ago... I heard a rumor that there was a Saber Captain that made all of his Science crewmen and junior officers cross-train in ordinance, so that they could load torpedos in red-alert situations."

Takamura finishes his drink, setting the glass on the bar. He nods to the Ambassador and Jameson as he gets up from the bar.

Isole offers K'net-mauri an apologetic smile prior to accepting Jameson's hug with her one free arm and a back and forth brushing of her hand over his back. "Dancing with Jalyn. Yes." When Jameson's back upright and continuing his usual smooth-talking, Isole scrunches up her nose in amusement prior to poking out the toe of her heels out at his leg. "It's a deal." She then notes to K'net-mauri, "Politely accepted, then. And I will once she arrives, Sir. Have a good evening." With that, Isole slips to the floor, brushes down her dress, and helps Risa to her feet, more or less, prior to leading her out to the dance floor.

At his place, Etrik puts an arm around Idrani's waist as they turn across the floor. "Sounds familiar. I hear there's a lot of that going around some of the line vessels, especially the ones outfitted for warfare. Starfleet doesn't want a lucky hit on a ship making it unfit to fight."

K'net-mauri nods to Isole, "Jolan'tru." He turns to make his way out, lifting a hand to give the dance floor's occupants a vague wave, which he doesn't seem to expect them to notice.

After a moment of silence, the next song begins playing, a cheerful number featuring muted steel drums.

At her place, Idrani nods. "Oh, absolutely. I like those Saber class ships, though. I guess my long term goal is to captain one of them."

"Don't pine too hard; I expect to be given the full dance treatment," Risa warns Jameson with a grin at his waggly brow, then lets herself be led to the dance floor without an apparent care in the world. Her bare feet pad over the floor, and she asks Isole as they go, "I hope you're leading... I'm terrible at it."

Risa walks out onto the Dance Floor.

At his place, Etrik chuckles. "You'll have to remember when to put away the diplomacy and pull out the blunt object for use on stubborn people." He shakes his head. "I think I'd rather command a station, to be honest. I'm kind of a homebody at heart."

K'net-mauri steps out through the palm fronds and onto the beach.

K'net-mauri has left.

At her place, Idrani dances with Etrik, despite the fact that she is noticibly taller, they seem to move together gracefully enough. "I don't think I'll have any trouble with that. I -am- an Andorian. We have a saying that 'polite words and a /hrisal/ accomplish more than polite words alone.'

"I usually let Magret lead, but I can." Isole slips onto the dance floor and turns to face Risa, giving her an encouraging wink. She pauses to remove her heels, given the already impressive height distance, and bends her knees to set them aside before rising back up again. She takes Risa's hand confidently, then slips a hand down to rest politely on the other woman's hip. All of this before a nod. Without looking to Jameson, she asks a quiet question out on the floor.

At his place, Etrik seems to be enjoying himself as well, especially as he laughs at Idrani's remark. "I think there's an identical expression in Terran." He peers up slightly at her. "I should've told Balin about that quote I was told about politics, though. He'd have appreciated it."

Isole takes a stool at the bamboo bar, the bartender nodding to let her know he'll take her order in a moment. Bamboo Bar.

Isole rises from her stool and steps away from the Bamboo Bar.

Isole walks out onto the Dance Floor.

Jameson winks at Risa and grins. "Full treatment, eh? I'll have to ask you if that comes with or without a certain research project later." With that said, he moves over toward the bar and takes a seat on a stool there. He waits for the bartender to come by, and places a drink order. "Fuzzy Navel." He grins a bit as he turns around on the stool so he can watch the dancers while he waits for his drink.

Jameson takes a stool at the bamboo bar, the bartender nodding to let her know he'll take her order in a moment. Bamboo Bar.

At her place, Idrani nods. "He probably would have," she agrees. "I like Captain Balin." Especially the part where he said he leaves Idrani alone to let her do her job. "But I think these two drinks are starting to hit me. I'd better get back to the lodge." She half smiles. "If I wait too much longer, all the best furs are taken."

At his place, Etrik nods, bringing the dance to a halt. "May I escort you back to your lodge then?" It seems like the gentlemanly thing to do, after all.

At her place, Idrani nods, "Oh. If you like. Thank you." Must be a human custom.

A gusted breeze clatters the clean glasses on the barback.

At his place, Etrik chuckles, and offers Idrani his arm, then... leading her off the dance floor.

At her place, Isole puts it pretty plainly, she does. "Want me to put on a show for Marcus, or would you prefer not?" A pause. "He's highly exciteable." Another pause. "Ehm. In that way that I don't mean it like that."

At her place, Idrani takes Etrik's arm, leaving the dancefloor. She smiles a farewell to those who just started to dance.

Takamura takes a final glance at the dancefloor before turning back towards the beach.

Idrani walks away from the Dance Floor.