Who: Uhura and OTA What: Just hanging out and trying to meet people really? When: Thursday afternoon Where: Mango Jim Warnings: Probably none, will update if needed
Uhura was not used to being alone. With the exception of her personal quarters, it was almost possible to find alone time on the Enterprise. There were corners of the ship where you might manage to have some breathing room, but the odds were good you'd be joined by someone before you were ready. And after an incredibly stressful twenty-four hours, Uhura had been more than grateful for the breather when she'd first arrived. She didn't live alone, so that at least felt a little like home. But she could sit on the beach for hours and not see a single other person.
But that was weeks ago. She had found a job but that didn't start until autumn and she occasionally talked to her fellow...captives? That sounded awful, but sometimes it did feel that way. Compared to her previous life, though, she was just kind of...well, lonely.
There was a dance club, and she had occasionally gone to those with friends back in school. But until she felt a little more comfortable in this time period, she didn't exactly want to risk feeling embarrassed. But drinks were universal. The brand names may change but one could always count on alcohol. So she pulled herself up to a stool, ordered a pineapple something-or-other, and began to eye the small crowd around her.