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These are the voyages...

Ate too much. Mr. Pibb is more cherry than I remember. Dinner is settling as I sit with the company of my old friends from the NCC 1701-D, saving the galaxy in the background. It's a good night for friends, even those who've never saved the galaxy. Yet.


I tend to stick with the romulan ales served up at ten-forward. Of course if you stick around there too late the Ferengi's start giving you crap.
They get especially nasty when I drink root beer ("silly HOO-man drink!").