“Computer Lights.”
Ven holds on to the wall as she makes sure the door to her quarters was locked before turning around and starting to remove her Dress Uniform’s top. Valore was right about one thing, once you became slightly intoxicated the uniform got itchy. A smile spreads over her lips as the Romulan stumbles from the closet to the mirror to remove makeup and hair tie. It always astounded her just how intoxicated she got off of just a few Romulan Ale’s.
“Computer, Sovum playlist one, medium volume.” She stumbles out.
Kicking off her dress shoes the Romulan begins to Hum to the song as she continues to scrape the makeup off her face. Smiling once more Ven chuckles in a semi-drunken manner as she places her free hand on the counter giving a shake of her head. Was she really feeling like this after that? After the ceremony.
Of course, she was proud of her friend’s promotions. And even if she knew she wasn’t ready for it yet, seeing them get called and not her had stung just slightly not being right them. Letting out a sigh as she pulls the blue undershirt free, she adjusts the left strap of her bra and begins to sway back and forth as the song continues which brought even more semi-drunken laughter. If Addie could see her singing and dancing, the Romulan knew her friend would never let her live it down.
Finished wiping the pretty-me-up paint from her face, Ven strolls over to the bed and flops down dress pants and all. It was a day of fun, frustration, and pride. But it was a day coming to a close. As the song came to an end the only sound was the ringing from her subspace comms. Which brought a smile to her face. Wait.
Jolting upwards, Ven stumbles towards her computer, using the furniture to keep herself straight. Finally plopping down in her chair she answers the call and waves at her mother looking at the camera with a look of concern in her eyes.
“Hnaev Sorra, do you ever wear clothing?” she questions motioning to her daughter.
Ven looks down and adjusts her bra once more. “It’s a bra mother, and I was laying down when you called,” she replies in a little more of a snippy fashion than usual. It was definitely the ale talking at this point.
Letting out a sigh her mother shakes her head. “Well I’m sorry to call you so late, but I’m worried, have you heard from your cousin at all?”
Ven shakes her head. “I don’t understand why you keep asking me. The last time I saw him was before I joined Starfleet, and that ship he was on used the docking services.” She replies. “I haven’t seen or spoken to me him since.”
“well, you need to use your position and make them tell me where he is.” She states in a lecturing tone.
Ven laughs and shakes her head. “It doesn’t work like that mother.” She replies pinching her nose. “Starfleet cares little of a title being thrown around if they don’t have access to the information you’re trying to obtain.” She states plainly
“Second, and probably most important, I am not going to risk my career on either Starfleet or any future I may have to work with the republic to illegally obtain the information. I will go through my superior officers, if they cannot help I will not press further.”
she states looking at her mother with a lofted eyebrow. “This isn’t the old world mother, I will not threaten someone’s child or their own career to get what I want.”
The last sentence drew somewhat of a facepalm from her mother who seemingly concedes and nods in a deflated manner. “I know pænhe, I know,” she replies placing her hands on her hips.
“You’ll do what you can, just like everyone else. But sometimes, that doesn’t come in time.”
Ven shakes her head “Don’t be melodramatic mother, you told me yourself he was assigned on a new exploration vessel, he’s probably mapping a portion of the galaxy untouched by Romulan hands before.”
Mamek nods in agreement. “Oh perhaps.” she replies smiling. “Go rest, pænhe, you seem tired.”
Ven inhales and nods “Intoxicated mostly,” she replies truthfully. “Today was a promotion ceremony complete with drinks after.”
Her mother smiles kiss her hand and press it to the camera, something Ven emulates. “Goodnight Sorra,” She states softly
“Good night,” Ven replies as the feed goes black.
Leaning back in the chair, the Ensign somehow manages to shimmy her way out of the dress pants and kicks them to the floor before rising to her feet.
“Computer,” she begins as she flops into bed.
“Set a reminder to speak to my chain of command to locate my Cousin, Salil Sovum.”
The computer beeps its acknowledgment as the Romulan drifts into sleep partially under covers, partially not.