Alexandra strode into the lounge with her uniform something of a mess. It had been a long day. A long long day. She went to the bar. “What can I get you?” The bartender asked. “Something that’ll make a bad day fade into the distance.” Alexandra replied. The bartender looked her up and down. “I don’t think I have anything that strong. But here you go.” Romulan Ale. Good for what ales you, it said on the bottle. Who knew Romulans had a sense of humor?

-Alexandra Drake