Dmitri looked around his quarters making sure it was presentable before he had company. His quarters were moderately sized, kept fairly clean and moderately lit. Immediately upon entering a table stands with six chairs around it, beyond that is the back wall with large windows that look out. A long couch a chair and footrest below the window. Looking to the right of the entrance is his mahogany desk and his bedroom beyond that. Several of his corners are occupied, one has a unhealthy looking potted plant. Another closest to his table has his replicator and a third a punching bag. Both of the latter look fairly unused. The walls all have various pieces of art except for one which has a monitor on it.
He was expecting Doctor Pohl at any minute to help clean the place of anything alcoholic. It was his New Years resolution to cut back, and several people had been talking to him about it becoming increasingly noticeable so maybe it was time.
The captain was certain they had worked out that it would be this night for him to come by and he had granted Pohl access to come aboard. Maybe he wasn't going to come after all? No. Dmitri shook his head at that idea, he had said he would. Plus he enticed the good doctor with the offer of taking whatever he wanted from his private stock. He was sure to come.
Dmitri looked around at all the places he knew he hid a bottle at one point in time, it wasn't going to be a small task to clean him out. He might as well start as much as he didn't want to. That's why he wasn't going to do this alone. He slowly moved over to a potted plant in the corner. The all of the leaves were brown and brittle. A realization washed over him, "I have never watered this thing." He knelt down next to it reaching out to grasp a leaf causing it to crunch and disintegrate in his hands.
A frown came over his face, "Sorry leafy friend." He gripped the back of the pot setting it onto it's side. His hands then moved to the dry soil clawing to move it out of the way until he found the neck of a bottle. Some light tugging and it was out, a Single Malt Scotch. "I think I'm more sorry to you." He lightly kissed the bottle climbing back up to his feet to set his buried treasure on his desk.
As soon as the bottle hit the surface of his desk his door chimed. Dmitri moved over to open the door and was greeted to Pohl. "Hey Doc. Thanks for coming by, come on in."
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"Sure." Pohl stepped inside and took a quick survey of the place. It was cleaner than he expected. Dirt dotted the carpet in one corner; Pohl placed the nearby potted plant's time of death at least a month ago. Its soil was upturned, showing a few brittle roots.
The desk had a bottle of scotch on it and a little more dirt. Ah.
Pohl stepped deeper into the room, one hand dragging an antigrav transport trolley behind him. Normally reserved for moving medical supplies from storage to sickbay, the trolley had tall sides and a generous weight capacity; Pohl felt those qualities would be useful in the task ahead.
Konie looked mostly resigned, but Pohl had to ask. "You sure about this?"
The desk had a bottle of scotch on it and a little more dirt. Ah.
Pohl stepped deeper into the room, one hand dragging an antigrav transport trolley behind him. Normally reserved for moving medical supplies from storage to sickbay, the trolley had tall sides and a generous weight capacity; Pohl felt those qualities would be useful in the task ahead.
Konie looked mostly resigned, but Pohl had to ask. "You sure about this?"
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Dmitri could only shake his head, "Not positively, but it's not like I can't go back to having a drink here and there later. I just don't need all this temptation laying around in the meantime."
He couldn't help but smile slightly at the antigrav trolley "and if you're bringing one of these, then it's probably good I quit while I'm ahead."
Aside from the dirtied bottle of scotch there didn't seem to be any other alcohol in sight.
He couldn't help but smile slightly at the antigrav trolley "and if you're bringing one of these, then it's probably good I quit while I'm ahead."
Aside from the dirtied bottle of scotch there didn't seem to be any other alcohol in sight.
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Pohl grinned. "Just wanted to be prepared, Captain." He looked around the apartments once more, giving the trolley a tug so it would clear the entryway. The door slid shut. "You keep it in the kitchen cabinets?" he asked, heading in that direction.
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With no locks on the cabinets they open right up. One half of the cabinets is set out for dry foodstuffs and the other half for dishes. Peeking from behind the foodstuffs are two bottles of clear liquid. Given who's quarters these are it's doubtful that it's water.
"I think there might be one or two there." Dmitri headed instead for the couch. "I entertain my senior staff often and they bring a good portion of the drinks truthfully. The really good stuff they bring is hidden for special occasions and the less good stuff is usually ..disposed of."
As he got to the couch he sat down dragging the footrest closer before reaching on one side of the top and pulling it off revealing an over stocked minibar.
"I've hidden so many I can't keep track of exactly where they all are, it might be easier for you to just take my furniture." He joked.. But was he really?
"I think there might be one or two there." Dmitri headed instead for the couch. "I entertain my senior staff often and they bring a good portion of the drinks truthfully. The really good stuff they bring is hidden for special occasions and the less good stuff is usually ..disposed of."
As he got to the couch he sat down dragging the footrest closer before reaching on one side of the top and pulling it off revealing an over stocked minibar.
"I've hidden so many I can't keep track of exactly where they all are, it might be easier for you to just take my furniture." He joked.. But was he really?
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Pohl marveled at the number of bottles packed in to the minibar. Then he blinked and looked around the room with new eyes. "...this is a scavenger hunt, isn't it?" he asked wryly. "Now I get why you asked for help."
He took the two bottles of clear liquid down from the kitchen cabinets, opening the one with the lower fluid level to sniff it. "This is your place, right?" he asked. "Why hide them?"
He took the two bottles of clear liquid down from the kitchen cabinets, opening the one with the lower fluid level to sniff it. "This is your place, right?" he asked. "Why hide them?"
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The sniff provides a slight burning sensation to the doctor's nose but it quickly subsides.
"It might be a little bit of a scavenger hunt."
Dmitri smiled, it wasn't on purpose but here they are.
"Several members of my senior staff come by for business and pleasure. A few and I are close enough that they're welcome to come in whenever not on duty. So I hide the bottles so that there is still something for me to drink."
Dmitri took several of the bottles he pulled out of the footrest over to the dolly. "Nethali may have been right, that is odd now that I'm hearing myself explain it."
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"It might be a little bit of a scavenger hunt."
Dmitri smiled, it wasn't on purpose but here they are.
"Several members of my senior staff come by for business and pleasure. A few and I are close enough that they're welcome to come in whenever not on duty. So I hide the bottles so that there is still something for me to drink."
Dmitri took several of the bottles he pulled out of the footrest over to the dolly. "Nethali may have been right, that is odd now that I'm hearing myself explain it."
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He pulled back from the bottle's mouth, wrinkling his nose to lose the tingling as he resealed the vessel. "Little bit," he admitted. "I'd have gone the cabinet and lock route, myself...but I don't let people into my apartment. Unless they're bringing me food," he amended.
He moved the two bottles into the transport and started checking anything else that seemed like it might have a storage space in the kitchenette - any previously missed cabinets or other hidden spaces. "You and Aster get straight?" he asked, moving a dusty bottle from behind the microwave to the transport bed.
He moved the two bottles into the transport and started checking anything else that seemed like it might have a storage space in the kitchenette - any previously missed cabinets or other hidden spaces. "You and Aster get straight?" he asked, moving a dusty bottle from behind the microwave to the transport bed.
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"If I used cabinets then I would know exactly where every bottle would be. Plus then we wouldn't be here because every single one would be empty." He smiled a little. "Oh, and on the subject of knowing locations, sorry again about coming to your place like that, showing Nethali where it was."
Dmitri shook his head picking up one of Pohl's finds looking at it. "And no we didn't get straight, not really. We probably won't this time either. She tried to set me up with some lieutenant off the Myanmar." He shrugs setting the bottle back down.
"To answer your what I'm sure you're going to ask next, It didn't go well." Dmitri looked back over towards the sitting area. "Help me with the couch? I got a few on the bottom. We'll need to tip it back."
Dmitri shook his head picking up one of Pohl's finds looking at it. "And no we didn't get straight, not really. We probably won't this time either. She tried to set me up with some lieutenant off the Myanmar." He shrugs setting the bottle back down.
"To answer your what I'm sure you're going to ask next, It didn't go well." Dmitri looked back over towards the sitting area. "Help me with the couch? I got a few on the bottom. We'll need to tip it back."
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Pohl winced at the mention of the set up. He helped Konieczko carefully overturn the couch. The underside had a wine rack attached, loaded with several dark bottles. Pohl recognized the guy obviously had a problem, but the engineered storage solutions were pretty impressive.
"You've got to admire her consistency," he said sarcastically as he pulled one of the secret couch bottles free and examined its label. "Point A to B, and to hell with whatever's in between." He set the bottle into the transport with care.
"You've got to admire her consistency," he said sarcastically as he pulled one of the secret couch bottles free and examined its label. "Point A to B, and to hell with whatever's in between." He set the bottle into the transport with care.
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Dmitri pursed his lips as he recognized a few of the bottles Pohl pulled from the rack. "Oh. I didn't know it was these under there. Few months ago that would have been good to know."
His arm went over the overturned couch as he pulled up the middle cushion retrieving a bottle decorated with coconuts.
He smiled a little, "Yeah, that sounds like Nethali. I get why she tried to do it. I just wish she hadn't. When she knows what she wants it's just a straight path to get there." He set the cushion bottle next to the others on the transport picking one up from the winerack. "This one is really good, chilled or on the rocks."
His arm went over the overturned couch as he pulled up the middle cushion retrieving a bottle decorated with coconuts.
He smiled a little, "Yeah, that sounds like Nethali. I get why she tried to do it. I just wish she hadn't. When she knows what she wants it's just a straight path to get there." He set the cushion bottle next to the others on the transport picking one up from the winerack. "This one is really good, chilled or on the rocks."
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Pohl accepted the bottle as Konieczko passed it over. "I won't ask where you got that," he says, impressed. The transport was accruing an amazing variety of beverages from all over the quadrant - thirty four different ways to get drunk and counting.
"It's not always a flawed approach," he said diplomatically, moving away from the transport to the desk to pick up the lonely bottle of scotch. "You figure out what you want yet?"
"It's not always a flawed approach," he said diplomatically, moving away from the transport to the desk to pick up the lonely bottle of scotch. "You figure out what you want yet?"
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