John had spent the last couple of days relaxing by the pool engaging in his favourite pastime, reading. Well, trying to read anyway. It had mostly involved swimming and getting distracted. He’d indulged in a couple of drinks by the poolside but he felt that now was the time to take advantage of the opportunity while he had it. He had beamed up to the Outpost earlier in the day and had taken the time to scout out some viable options. He’d found the main bar straight away. That’ll do nicely. He thought to himself and smiled.

He had made his way back to the ship and then to his quarters and got himself ready for the evening, making sure to attend to Garry. When the time came he gave her a pet and then left not before saying “I’ll see you later my love. Be good, you gorgeous cutie.” In his best cutsie voice (the one everyone makes around animals regardless of species). She meowed and looked almost disapproving at his leaving. John whistled to himself as he made his way to the bar on Outpost 42. He was wearing a navy blue blazer with a grey buttoned shirt, he had cream trousers on and a pair of brown leather shoes. He also wore a trilby, he had a penchant for hats. 10 minutes went by and he was at the entrance to the bar. He clapped his hands together, smiled and walked confidently in. He strode over to the barman, sat down on the bar stool and placed his order.
“Double single malt please. I’ll have a small jug of water to go with it too.” The Orion barkeeper nodded, a hint of respect in his eye, clearly John knew how to drink whiskey. A moment later and a glass and jug appeared. John smiled and placed a small drop of water into the whiskey glass and looked around.

Lt. John McCandless, Head Nurse