Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2013 19:54:15 GMT -8
Oliver was putting off a visit to one of the ship's psychologists. He was not avoiding any one specific doctor. He had already discovered that the psych staff, at least the doctors with whom he'd spoken, were almost disappointingly non-threatening and unerringly professional. His discomfort stemmed from the fact that he was Oliver, and unsettled by default. He was not at all comfortable with the idea of telling a shipmate about the funny things that were going on in his head. He'd only seen his psychiatrists in the past in a professional capacity. There was something about having a shipmate, even if it was a doctor, listening to his problems that made it all feel less like unburdening himself and more like becoming a burden.
He had until the end of the day to report in for medication adjustments. The head-shrinking couch was not where he would choose to spend the first of his leisure hours. Instead he'd come to the next best place in the universe: a bar. The Eagle's Nest was not Oliver's typical stomping ground, but he needed to clear his head and from what he'd seen in the old holo-vids, bars were where grown-ups came to escape.
He nearly stopped when he walked through the door and found the bar full. He took an abortive step backwards and then forwards again, flushing slightly at the awkwardness of it. It'll look weird if I half walk in and then just walk out. Oliver decided, before making several strides towards the counter. Everyone else seemed absorbed in their own business, to Oliver's relief. He did not detect the tension in the air, as he was busy forcing himself not to bolt from the room. Always fighting the impulse to hide. He'd been nearly too ashamed to look anyone in the eye since he'd been told (and he had to be told) of his misadventures in that bar on Starbase Gamma Etimon.
At the counter, Oliver chanced a look around. There were several familiar faces and then there was the retreating form of Jed Aubrey. Though familiar, Oliver didn't imagine he knew any of the remaining crew-members by name. On closer inspection, Oliver recognized the Assistant Chief of Security, Kinin, who was radiant as she was imposing. This was the closest he'd ever been to the Captain's wife. He knew of her from speaking to his crew mates and he'd observed her from a distance on several occasions, but now that he was within speaking range he saw that she was even more beautiful and intimidating than he'd imagined. She seemed to have her own gravitational pull, around which the room's occupants seemed to orbit at various speeds and distances.
Oliver tore his gaze away from the Klingon before anyone could take notice of him. His stomach flipped unpleasantly when he realized that ordering a drink would require him to interact with a lounge host.
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He had until the end of the day to report in for medication adjustments. The head-shrinking couch was not where he would choose to spend the first of his leisure hours. Instead he'd come to the next best place in the universe: a bar. The Eagle's Nest was not Oliver's typical stomping ground, but he needed to clear his head and from what he'd seen in the old holo-vids, bars were where grown-ups came to escape.
He nearly stopped when he walked through the door and found the bar full. He took an abortive step backwards and then forwards again, flushing slightly at the awkwardness of it. It'll look weird if I half walk in and then just walk out. Oliver decided, before making several strides towards the counter. Everyone else seemed absorbed in their own business, to Oliver's relief. He did not detect the tension in the air, as he was busy forcing himself not to bolt from the room. Always fighting the impulse to hide. He'd been nearly too ashamed to look anyone in the eye since he'd been told (and he had to be told) of his misadventures in that bar on Starbase Gamma Etimon.
At the counter, Oliver chanced a look around. There were several familiar faces and then there was the retreating form of Jed Aubrey. Though familiar, Oliver didn't imagine he knew any of the remaining crew-members by name. On closer inspection, Oliver recognized the Assistant Chief of Security, Kinin, who was radiant as she was imposing. This was the closest he'd ever been to the Captain's wife. He knew of her from speaking to his crew mates and he'd observed her from a distance on several occasions, but now that he was within speaking range he saw that she was even more beautiful and intimidating than he'd imagined. She seemed to have her own gravitational pull, around which the room's occupants seemed to orbit at various speeds and distances.
Oliver tore his gaze away from the Klingon before anyone could take notice of him. His stomach flipped unpleasantly when he realized that ordering a drink would require him to interact with a lounge host.
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