A Promised Drink

Posted on Fri May 15th, 2026 @ 8:51pm by Civilian Teevs Dosivi & Lieutenant Damien Blackford & Senior Chief Petty Officer Hans Mueller

Mission: Interlude
Location: Promenade
Timeline: After the attack
1616 words - 3.2 OF Standard Post Measure

Teevs looked out across the promenade. While it hadn’t been the focal point of the second attack, the debris piles that had been organised had been shaken apart. It was as if the cleanup the other day never happened. Kerilia was fine, thank the stars, and he was a little shaken by the attack but fortunately came out unscathed. Others were less lucky. He thought about Naxea in Sickbay and hoped she was alright.

At Das Alpine Haus, Hans was busy working alongside other restaurant workers clearing away debris that littered the front of the restaurant. The inside was relatively intact as the bar was unscathed as were its supply of fine wines, rums, brandy's and whiskeys and others assorted liquors along with a fair supply of glasses.

Spotting Hans, Teevs walked over to see how the place fared. He was waiting for Damien but it didn't mean he couldn't lend a hand. As he got closer, he gave Hans a wave. "Mister Hans, may I assist?" Teevs insisted that it was no trouble to help and that he was waiting for someone anyways, so he stepped in to help clear the debris from the front of the restaurant.

Damien sighed, standing in front of his mirror. Was it possible to age a decade in just a few days? Probably not, but that was definitely how he was feeling right now. The bags under his eyes didn’t seem to want to go anywhere, and he was sure he was already starting to develop grey hairs. Although that was most likely just his imagination. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, before checking his watch. He’d agreed to meet Teevs for a quiet drink once everything had settled down. He owed him a drink anyway. The reward for proving that he could indeed haul a dead hound body by himself. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory of the event, but the smile soon died on his lips. Bashalan was supposed to have joined them, but now…

He quickly blinked away the tears that threatened to spill out. No. He couldn’t think about that. Not right now. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he gave himself one last look over in the mirror before heading out his quarters. As he headed towards the Turbolift, he had a sudden thought. Did Teevs know what had happened? A small part of him hoped he already did. He didn’t think he could live having to relive it again.

He pushed the thought out of his mind for the moment though, as he arrived on the Promenade, and made his way to the spot they’d agreed to meet at. “They got you manning the bars now as well Teevs?” He asked, grinning at the man.

The group clearing the front of Das Alpine Haus had made some significant progress by the time Damien showed up. Teevs glanced to see the newcomer, then smirked and chuckled as he finished shoveling rubble aside. "No, I just offered to assist," he responded. Someone else who was helping with the cleanup commented that the help was sufficient, so Teevs handed off the shovel he was using. "Though I did 'work for an appetite,' I believe is the Human phrase."

Teevs' smile faltered when he saw Damien was alone. He had heard that Bashalan was one of the many who had lost their lives in the last attack. From what he gathered, it sounded like he took a fatal shot from a harpoon. He was hoping that it wasn't true, but Damien's sole presence seemed to confirm it. "Join me for that promised drink?" he asked, tilting his head toward the bar.

Hans meanwhile had continued to clean and salvage what he could. After digging through sone debris, he found some glasses that had spared being destroyed under the bar .In addition he found a bottle of Kentucky whiskey and another of rum. Gentlemen! Stop and come enjoy a drink with me."

He chuckled softly, moving to join him, leaning against the wall, looking around the promenade, watching as the cleanup crews went about their various tasks. As with the cleanup after the previous battle, it was heartening to see both crew members and civilians working together to clear the debris. He chukcled softly at the slight misuse of the phrase, shaking his head. "Close enough." He said with a smile, looking around as he heard Hans calling over to them. Looking back at Teevs, he raised an eyebrow, and nodded towards the bartender. "Shall we?" He asked, pushing off from the wall.

With a smile and a nod, Teevs followed Hans in. He was admittedly surprised at how clean the place was, considering the damage right outside. "A drink is well deserved, considering the events of late," he commented.

Hans placed a glass in front of Teevs and Damien, Which do you prefer gentleman? Whiskey or rum? I assure you that you cannot go wrong with whatever choice you make."

"I'll try the whiskey," Teevs replied, before looking to Damien for his choice.

"Very good Mr. Teevs and what of you Mr. Blackford? Which do you prefer? Hans inquired.

Damien followed the two men inside, leaning against the bar as Hans placed their glasses in front of them. “I’ll have a whiskey as well please, Hans.”

"Certainly Mr. Blackford." Hans answered filling Damien's and Teevs's glass's with whiskey. "Enjoy gentleman. I think you will find the taste to be most exquisite. For myself, I will have the rum." As he poured himself a glass.

Teevs looked at the glass in front of him for a second before looking back to Hans. "Could we get a third, Mister Hans?" He glanced to Damien with a look of understansing as he added, "for Bashalan."

"Certainly Mr. Teevs. I have no objections. That will be fine." Hans agreed as he looked under the counter for a third glass and moments later produced one. "Any preference in liquor? " He inquired his hand hovering above the two bottles.

Teevs glanced between the two bottles before looking to Damien. "I think you knew him better than I did. Which one do you think he would have liked?"

Damien paused for a second, eyes flickering between the two bottles in front of him. Truth be told, he didn't know Bashalan nearly as well as he would've liked. In fact, it was only during the first clean up he'd organised that he'd learnt the mans name. Still, he'd seen him in Ten Forward a few times, and if his memory served him correctly... "Rum, please, Mr. Mueller."

"Very well Mr. Blackford, rum it shall be and an excellent choice if I may say so." Hans replied as he poured the dark mahogany colored liquid into the waiting glass. "For Bashalan." He intoned somberly.

Teevs watched the third glass appear in front of them. The Galtonians took too many people's lives, and the Bolian was no different. "In death, Lonians like to share stories of times with them. It helps us remember to cherish what time we had with them." He cracked a faint smile. "The whole reason Mister Damien and I are here is because of a bet. We were cleaning up the Galtonian bodies and neither of them believed I could move one of the hounds on my own while they lifted debris."

Hans leaned over the bar, interest shined in his eyes. "Please Mr. Teevs, please do go on with your story. I wish to know more about Bashalan and this bet."

"Well, Bashalan was especially doubtful, so I insisted that he could at least let me try, and the worst that would happen is that I'd be humbled. So we placed a wager: if I could move the hound body, he owed me a drink, and if I failed then I'd owe him one," Teevs continued. He then chuckled. "The look on both of their faces when I pulled the hound out from under the debris they were holding up... you should have seen it, Mister Hans. I'm surprised they didn't drop the debris!"

Hans leaned backed and laughed, it was rich and deep and full of good humor. as Teevs told the story. "Good for you Mr. Teevs! Very well done." He glanced at Damien. "Mr. Damien." He said in mock reproach, "Never underestimate what someone is capable of when it comes to getting a free drink. I hope you learned from this experience."

Damien chuckled as Teev's retold the story, a smile slowly coming across his face as he remembered the look he and Bashalan had shared as they'd watched Teevs pull the body out by himself. He grinned at Hans, raising his drink to the bartender. "You are very correct Mr. Mueller. I should've known better. My father always taught me that a man should admit when he was wrong, and in this case, I will happily raise a toast to our illustrious Mr. Teevs." He finished the sentance, by inclining his glass towards the man, and taking another sip.

Hans smiled at Damien's admission. "Mr. Blackford, now you know better and will not make the same mistake again of underestimating Mr. Teevs and what he is capable of doing with the right motivation. That to me seems like a very valuable lesson to have learned."

Teevs chuckled at the response, then raised his glass to meet Damien's. "Remember how Bashalan had to see it twice before he believed it?"

Hans listened in silence and sipped his drink as Teevs and Damien remembered their late friend. It was nice that they remembered him so fondly.