Horace had decided to take the Doctor up on her offer of a Drink. Horace did not really think about it but it was part of the healing process. Already he had mentally adopted the young Doctor into his shipboard family. He sent Iris a message to let her know that he was having dinner and drinks with the young doctor. He hid nothing from his wife, cause she could kill him 17 ways with just her thumb, and cause it was the right thing to do. Then he dropped a message to Cara that he would be in the lounge that evening if she wanted to join him.

Horace had completed all the needed things that a checkin required, part of which was a 3 hour meeting with the Android, Horace corrected himself, Commander Chryst, the Executive officer was amiably enough and straightforward about his expectations of the Chief, and that was good. Successfully he had avoided meeting the Captain by citing his need for a mental evaluation. Which he had not done, he did not want to be Analyzed at the moment. His paperwork said he was up to date on mental evals, which would work for a month or so he figured. Then he would make an appointment with one of the Junior Counselors, they were easier to fool.

Horace settled at the Bar with a grunt. The man was not the best looking man to enter 17/18 forward, not by a long shot. He looked more at home in some out of the way dirty hole in the wall Ferengi bar, than he did a Starfleet lounge. He was wearing a simple shirt and pants set in earth tones the shirt being several shades lighter than the pants, with a coat over that was almost the same color as his boots. His wife selected his leisurewear based upon the outfits of some Holovid host that she loved to watch. Horace honestly did not care if it looked like you dressed a homely monkey up as Richard Erinys of Man Vs Universe, that guy was an idiot. As he waited he waved the bartender over to order a drink.

MCPO Horace Harkness