The Cadet

A Night to Remember Pt. 3

EVELYN POV

I pulled Spock into the rowdy bar, surprised he had even asked me in the first place. I knew he was very prim and proper, but something tonight was different. He was carefree, not caring about how people perceive him. I pulled him into a booth, waiting for someone to come take our order. Old rock played from a live band.

"What is this place?" he asked, glancing around at the old artists on the walls.

"Kruger's. This place has been here since 1980. It's ancient." I said, gesturing to the surrounding. "It's been passed down through a family, they wanted to maintain the 80's rock vibe. They only play music from the 80's and 90's."

"Interesting." he replied, glancing suspiciously at the knife embedded in the wall.

I giggled at him, waving a waitress down who passed by. She smiled at us and took our order. I was surprised that Spock ordered bourbon.

"You didn't strike me as a bourbon man." I commented, eagerly taking the scotch as the waitress came back.

"Perhaps you don't know everything, Evelyn." he said, taking a swig of his drink.

I loved and hated the way he said my name.

"I have this special talent you see, I can guess anyone's favorite drink. Example:"

I turned and tapped the rough looking man next to me on the shoulder.

"Excuse me sir, but what is your favorite drink?" I asked, giving him a quick once over.

"Beer." he said quickly, turning around again.

" I think not. Fruity, probably, cold. Strawberry Daiquiri?" I said, smiling at him.

"What of it?" he asked, getting obviously defensive.

"Just proving a point, here-" I said, handing him some cash, " on me."

Spock shook his head at me as the man left to order himself a daiquiri. "Guessing one man's drink is not sufficient evidence that-"

"Let me guess yours."

He conceded, his eyes meeting my own. I studied him for a minute, my eyes travelling down his body before settling again on his face. Okay, so I might have also taken this opportunity to check him out. Don't judge. I let my hand fall on his, a small burst of pride settling in my chest as he instantly blushed. Luckily, he was still wearing his gloves.

"Highland Cream." I said after a few minutes of intense staring. He gave me a surprised look.

"Color me impressed, Cadet."

Ouch. Cadet.

We sat and talked for what seemed like hours before I decided it was getting too crowded. I stood from the booth, taking Spock's gloved hand and leading him outside. He didn't protest, and a small part of me was happy that he was letting me tug him around. I knew this wouldn't last forever though. I led him up the fire escape to the roof, where the music below blasted through the night. I sighed as a cool breeze drifted across my face, "This is much better."

Spock said nothing, but glanced at the view, a deep sigh of his own emitting from his chest. We sat for a little while in silence before a familiar song began to play.

"This was my parent's song." I commented, softly smiling as I remembered them dancing in the kitchen to this song.

Faithfully by Journey seemed ancient, but it was a power ballad that lasted through the ages thanks to people like my dad.

"Well, we shouldn't let a good song go to waste then, shall we?" Spock said, offering his hand to me. I glanced down at the gloved hand then up at him, searching his face.