Posted by Lieutenant Zeke Drake (Chief Medical Officer) in Lounge - dinner

Posted by Captain Johann Dvorak (CO) in Lounge - dinner

Posted by Lieutenant Zeke Drake (Chief Medical Officer) in Lounge - dinner

SNIP

Zeke finally finished off his dinner. He didn’t eat out much these days. His time was mainly speant in the Sickbay, or his special holodeck research program, or his quarters.

CMO

Seemingly out of nowhere, a different waiter appeared to collect the plates off of Zeke’s table.

“Can I get you anything else?” he asked.

– A Nameless Waiter

“Yes,” Zeke said. “Whiskey. On the rocks. Make it a double. And none of that synthehol garbage.”

CMO

The waiter’s eyes visibly pivoted back and forth very conspicuously at this request, before he moved in a little closer and spoke in a low tone.

“I didn’t know you were part of the club… we haven’t had that many people ask lately… are you okay with Irish? We still have a crate of that stuff from… you know…”

Zeke wouldn’t know as he wasn’t part of the club, and wouldn’t have any idea why there would be a crate of Irish Whiskey on this ship. What did he just stumble into?

– A Nameless Waiter