-=/\=- Cargo room 10, SB 485 -=/\=- "Drink up", Cortez smiled as he filled up the first glass of Romulan Ale. Both he and Rana'r had managed to secure two very big barrels of the illegal liquor and brought it to the awards ceremony for everyone to enjoy. He didn't really care that it was illegal, it was an unspoken fact that SSF Marines were usually given a bit of leeway when it came to petty things like this. Besides he figured everyone deserved a good stiff drink or two, especially some of the women who showed up, which there were plenty of. Richard watched as General Bretam gave his speech and dropped the bomb that he would be leaving the ship. It didn't really bother him too much, he'd only met him a couple of times and figured all officers were the same anyways, whether it was Guzman or Bretam made no difference in his eyes, they just gave the orders and he followed. Then Guzman took the stand and started to disperse awards and promotions. Richard was a bit surprised to be receiving a commendation, he hadn't really done anything extraordinary, just his job. After receiving the medal he stepped back into the crowd of people and proceeded to put his plan into action. Making his way towards the table full of food he lifted up the tablecloth and pulled out a banana cream pie. Carefully picking it up by its edges and held it in one hand and hid it behind his back. Walking back through the crowd he spied his victim, Lt. Wellington. Richard always got even, and even though it had been a good amount of time since she had done the same to him, and even though she hadn't been promoted, he couldn't think of a better time to get his revenge. Sneaking up behind the dark haired counselor he tapped her on the shoulder and readied the pie in his right hand. As soon as she turned around he smashed the pie in her face causing globs of bananas to plop to the floor and all over her clothes. Of course Richard wasn't going to stand around and wait for her to react, so without any hesitation he quickly turned around and ran away, laughing so hard that he almost tripped and fell. As he reached the the table where the barrels of Ale were sitting he quickly grabbed his drink and finished it off. This party was just getting started and these marines were infamous for having a "good" time. -=/\=- End Log -=/\=- Cpl. Richard Cortez ODA Weapons Specialist USS Chimera