Subject: Grail: Last Look Back: Back In The Bar Life Again (Fionn/ Brinn)

Ten-Forward bussled with activity as it had been a long and disaterous fight

against the Romulans, however, the Grail had returned victorious. The doors

slid open as Fionn entered, he tensed slightly as people filled the

beautiful lounge. Looking about, he found who he was looking for, the XO of

the Grail, who sat at the far end of the Lounge, within a window seat.

Stepping up he smiled, "Excuse me ma'am, is this seat taken?"

Athalya Anne stood. Or at least she tried. The peg leg and the vodka

didn't mix well. She fell backwards, over her chair. Gigling like a

lunatic, she righted her chair and then hoisted herself into it. She

giggled some more, "Of course not, Lie.... leu.....lieutennan...ant."

"Please Cmdr, no need to stand." He replied as he tried to help her sit back

down, his long blond hair tied in a pony tail, and his cat-like eyes

sparkled as he still remained 'alert' of his surroundings.

But apparently not aleart enough. Athalya Anne hooked a right to his eye.

"For one thing, lie....lieu...., I am not a Starfleet monkey. I am a

Marine, boy. A lie... Lieu.... lieutenn... leiut... Major in the Marine

Corps."

His hand came up and grasped her fist as he smiled slightly, something

within him clicked, but he reframed himself as he backed away slightly.

"Excuse me then, Ma'am, I was helping my superior officer, I could careless

if your a Marine or not." He replied.

"And another thing, lieu..." Athalya Anne gave up on the probability that

she would be able to choke out the word 'lieutenatn'. "I was in my seat

before you felt the need to 'hep' me up. And another thing, if you call me

ma'am again, I will prove the difference between Staaaaarfleet Security and

the Marines."

He smirked to himself as he regained his composure, "Sure thing Major."

She sniffed and poured them some vodka. "This," she gestured to a sleeping

officer, "is Lt Alison Donucci. That," Athalya Anne gestured to a redhead,

"is the lovely Dr. Miranda St Claire." The doctor and Athalya Anne smiled

at each other.

"Pleasure to meet you Dr." He replied as he nodded to her.

"No doubt you are wondering just wha...wha... what it is we're doing here."

Athalya Anne said in her best officious voice. "Our mission is," she

paused, wondering just what it was she was going to say next.

"Perhaps to find the Voyager, Major?" He smiled, she is going to hate

herself in the morning.

"Is to drink until we can't stand." Athalya Anne corrected himand with

that, she poured him a glass of vodka.

Taking it he lifted it in the air, "To the Voyager, may we find her in one

piece." and down the tube his drink went.

"Aye." Athalya Anne and Miranda clicked their glasses to Fionn's. She

poured them some more.

It wasn't as strong as the olde 'FireWine' that his race made, but it has a

little punch.

He looked at the Major, "Perhaps someday I'll let you sample some of my

FireWine, it makes this look like Algonian Ale." he replied as she poured

him another.

"Well my Quarters is quite a ways away ma...Major, I think I wouldn't want

to have you asleep when I return with the stuff.

Athalya Anne pouted prettily. "You would hide it from me?" She asked as

she downed the glass.

"I don't sleep alone." She stoicly informed Fionn.

"If you wish." He replied as he stood and made his way out the door. Ten

minutes later he returned with a large jug.

"I don't know if this is against personal property regulations, but, this

will give you what you want and quick." He replied with a smile, it was

finally time to relax. The liquid was a red/orange color as he finished

pouring it into Athalya's glass. He raised his glass, "To the Grail, may

she find her holy treasure." and with one gulp, the 'FireWine' burned down

his throat, though he was use to it, he still made the face.

Athalya Anne set down her glass. "Fantastic, as always." She wasn't going

to let this little upstart think he could out drink her, and she waited to

see if he would attempt it.

She grinned. There was a tint of wickedness in it. "If you'd be so kind."

Athalya Anne downed it in half a heartbeat.

"So, Fionn, what puts you on this ship?"

"Another glass Major?" He replied as he poured another for himself. Once

again the liquid flowed so smoothly into her glass.

"It seems to be the better deal." He replied as another glass almost filled

itself even before Athalya put it down.

She raised it to him, "To a wonderful host."

"Cheers." He replied as he down his, still making the face, however, the

three glasses of FireWine seemed to have little effect on him.

"So Major, are you always this friendly to your new Senior Officers?" Fionn

replied as he noticed her eyes.

Athalya Anne eyed her host. "No," she quipped, "Only to good looking

blondes."

He smiled, he was indeed handsome, his features where slender and

'cat-like'. His hair was almost 'mane' like as it was long and tied into a

pony tail. Ears where pointed, almost appeared like an 'elf', much like

ancient fantasy literature. Although he wasn't muscular to the sense, he was

more of an atheltic built, he seemed to keep alert with his surroundings,

almost at a paranoid level.

"Well, perhaps your too young for this blond." He smiled as he teased.

Athalya Anne barked out a laugh, "Young man," she began, "I am nienty years

old." She grinned at him, "Well over the age of concent."

He laugh, "I know Major, I've looked at your records, VERY impressive." He

replied as he wished she was more sober.

"Or.... " she paused, trying to remember the right word, "Terifying."

"It takes alot to terrify me, Major." Fionn replied.

"Perhaps when you sober up, we could do a little training in the Holodeck, I

need the practice." He replied as he knew he had hit a nerve.

"Izzat so?" she asked, a wicked glint in her eyes.

"Perhaps then." she took a breath, and leaned closer to Fionn, "But I see

no reason to wait."

"Well then, perhaps now is a better time, since I have you at the

advantage." He whispered to her.

Athalya Anne looked straight into Fionn's eyes, which were maybe two

centimeters away. She stared, for a few seconds, letting her mind wander

around in his. She entered his mind as it was an easy thing do to, but then

she felt something, something primal and wyld as it tensed her slightly even

in her drunken state. It seemed that this new guy had a few cards up his

sleeves. All she could feel was that primal wyld force, it seemed that

Fionn's telepathic powers where there, but untrained.

"There's alot of things you don't know about my race the Koheen." Fionn

replied as he whispered.

"That may be so," she whispered back, "But I'm willing to learn." And with

that, she covered Fionn's mouth with hers, giving him a steamy kiss.

Pulling away he looked at her, his emotions still remained hidden, "I though

you where willing to show me in the Holodeck your skills."

"They can wait." She whispered into his ear.

"You don't even know me?" He replied as he looked about, perhaps the Major

was something more than just a hard-ass.'

"I know you well enough to know that I want you." She responded.

"Well, in this state Major, I think most people feel the same way, I

certainly don't want to jeapordise my relationship with you." He replied

slightly a little shocked that the XO of the Grail was throw herself aat

him.

"Don't worry. I still would have respected you in the morning." She

stood. "But, if you don't want to, I can respect that."

"Well Major, I do believe me, but more than just these events, perhaps once

you sober up, I would love to meet with you." Fionn replied as he looked at

her.

Athalya Anne cocked her head to the left. She could never fully understand

why people suppressed their sexual urges. Even while she was sober, she

couldn't comprehend the idea. She nodded to Fionn. "Well, it has been a

pleasure." she grinned. "And, you've not seen the last of me." Athalya

Anne spun on her heel and left.

Fionn stood as the Major did.

"As will you."

Athalya Anne didn't hear him. The doors had already shut behind her. She

was going back to 10 Foreward.