Puzzles: In the middle
Deg'arf"How could I not say no to those words of wisdom and yes we shall honour him amongst the others" she replied softly standing up and taking hold of his hand.
Petite ethereal maiden, you shall be wrapped in the finest furs and in my bed before the night is through.Deg'arf gently took hold of Leanna's hand and bowed his head, leading her through to the bar. He then, not so gently, pushed and shouted at various people to move out of his way so that they could rejoin his somewhat drunk companions. One of them was now decorated in silver tinsel.
"Qapla!"
"QAPLA!"
Roars of laughter mixed with the clanking of tankards, as blood wine was being spilt and drank followed by even more laughter. Festive Christmas traditional music could be heard playing in the background.
"Men. MEN. We are honored to be in the presence of the lovely Leanna. Show her your respect!"
Again, he stressed the 'ahhhhh' as the drunken Klingons came closer. The men standing well over 6'5 surrounded her.
"LEANNA! We drink to you and your beauty!"
One said as he drained his cup.
"We endeavor to be worthy!"
Another said as he offered her a tankard.
"QAPLA!"
They all shouted.
Deg'arf was beaming. He was proud to be standing by Leanna's side, occasionally taking her by the waist, though never lingered for long. He was confident but respectful. He then began to share the story of how he 'found' and 'rescued' her in true Klingon style.
Puzzles: At the bar
Ch'pok"Well... there was this bloke I was seeing back when I was at the Academy. Tall, dark, handsome... Physique like it was carved by the gods themselves. Not the most giving in the bedroom department, all told, but pretty adventurous, if you catch my drift." The whiskey was beginning to loosen her tongue, she realised, a rock could catch her drift at this stage. "Things were going well. He met my parents, which is no small undertaking, let me tell you, my parents are a nightmare. So I begin to think that we might just have a future together." She was in full story-mode, her face animated and her voice dropping in pitch to suggest that this particular tale would end in woe. As she spoke, she poured another helping into their glasses.
"I came home one night to find him in flagrante delicto. With my roommate. In my bed. So I'm standing there, my jaw swinging open like I've lost all mental capacity. Then, the dwankie pauses in his tender ministrations to my roommate and says, 'Care to join us, babe?' I tell you, I'd never before felt so bloody murderous in my life. So I drowned him." With a smirk, she took another generous gulp from her glass before continuing in an offhanded manner, "Then I wrote a research paper on somatic narcissism and dedicated it to him."
She glanced at her companion expectantly, wondering what his drowning story might be, and more importantly, if he'd be inclined to share it in kind.
Ch'pok listened attentively and felt enraged for the woman sitting beside him. He was traditional in every sense of the word and disgusted by the man's indecency.
"I would have killed him where he stood. He is a fool. And is without honor."
He took his glass and drained it once more.
As underhanded as a Ferengi. Petaq."Yes."
He refilled his glass and topped up his companions.
"
She thinks it is
too soon. A Klingon warrior does not need to
see how things go. A warrior knows his mind!
She is unlike any other woman I have met. She excites
and enrages."
Ch'pok paused, realizing that he did not even know the name of the person next to him.
"Research? I see. You are an academic? I am Ch'pok. Captain of the Enar."
Puzzles: At the other end of the bar
K'vorHe picked uop the tankard and downed a big drink. Not the best blood wine ever, but not swill either. "So...what're you lot doing here?" he asked the Klingons. "And have ye any good stories tae tell?"
He had noticed the boy come into the bar, but had not paid attention to the conversation with the barman. However, did observe that the boy could at least take his blood wine.
"Stories that would give you nightmares, little man!"
A Klingon said, emphasizing 'little' and the others roared with laughter.
"Courage comes in all sizes."
K'vor said. The grey haired Klingon was obviously wiser than his counterparts. He had served in many a battle and did not think that the latest recruits were of a high enough standard.
"Do you need a booster seat? Or perhaps a tit for your blood wine? Haaa ha ha haaaaaa."