Long Distance Calls

Posted on Thu Sep 1st, 2016 @ 8:57am by
Edited on on Thu Sep 1st, 2016 @ 12:16pm

Mission: Mission 2 - Contagion
Location: Deck 7 - La Bella Rosa (Back Room
425 words - 0.9 OF Standard Post Measure

::ON::

Amelia stared into the monitor screen as the sight of her god-father glared back at her. It was the first time in a very long while that she had seen the old man, and truth be told, she was a little intimidated.

"You're looking well, padre," she began.

Practically sneering at the greeting, Jack tilted his head, seemingly reveling in the pops that emanated form his neck. "And you look drunk," he replied. "How many times have I told you not to drink the old Port? Twenty? thirty times? Especially when you get it from the replicator." The Madame gave a simple 'hrm' at the insinuation.

"I was entertaining a client, and besides, the 1847 is just magnifico!" Every part of her charming veneer was in full-swing; enough that she could dissuade a Klingon from killing out of honor, if given the chance; but Jack could see right through it.

"You're not even supposed to have that file; you remember full-well what happened with your parents back on Earth! The old man growled as he stared her down from the other side of the monitor. "So help me, if I find out you went wild again on the port, then I'll beam over there personally and give you a right-whippin'!" Amelia twitched in fear at the threat. She was a grown woman, and yet Jack could get under her skin unlike any other. Not even her own parents would dare make such an insinuation!

"As kinky as that sounds, I'm afraid I'm not one who enjoys the pleasures of such family bondings," she replied. Jack huffed at the response, but still accepted it as he leaned back in his seat.

"I'd rather keep it that way," he said. "I know it's been a rough year for you- hell, it seems that all we ever do in this family is lurch from one tragedy to another. I just-" he sighed as he ran a tired palm over his eyes. "Promise me that I won't be going to any more funerals, ok?" She understood where he was coming from. She used to love hearing the stories of younger days when she was a child; she honestly didn't know how he found the strength to keep going every day.

Amelia smiled as she leaned onto her own desk. "I'll do what I can."


::OFF::


Amelia da Semprevivo
Owner, La Bella Rosa,
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