A long day of chasing the EMH around sickbay granted him this, Ryley held the amber liquid in his glass to the light and then drank it in one fluid motion. Empty glass returned to the bar top with a clink. The greying old doctor made a face and screwed up one eye. How he detested synthahol. It was like a teen party with supervision all of the motions but none of the inappropriateness that made it worthwhile.

Regardless he motioned to the bartender who brought him another with a small smile that Ryley returned with a scowl. He snatched the glass from the young Guy who held up a hand and walked away to serve another couple at the other side with the Doctor glowering at him the whole way.

Ryley shook his head, he was becoming much too sociable on this ship. This was the third time in the last week he had been in the lounge. He took the second drink much like the first and despite the urge to hunch his shoulders and give off a ‘leave me the hell alone’ vibe instead turned to watch the other patrons.

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