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It had been awhile since Doc had been to Sophie's so for Norman, it was a pleasant surprised.
"You need to quit being such a stranger," ordered Norman.
"Well, I'll keep that in mind," Doc answered, "Coalition Vodka, my good man!"
Norman got a glass and began filling it with the red vodka mixture, "so where's that lovely wife of yours?"
"She's sleeping," answered Doc, "been a bit under the weather but she's OK otherwise."
"Do give her my regards," replied Norman. Doc just held up his glass in response and downed it, putting it back on the counter for a refill.
"Any good rumors?" asked Doc.
"Nothing you don't already know," answered Norman, "I am enjoying listening to the Bowex pilots complain about the Bretonian minefield on the other side of the Dublin jumphole. Seems the Queen forgot that her own refugee ships have to run it too. Rumor is one was disabled in it but that was only a rumor."
Doc just rolled his eyes, "Why am I not surprised?"
The two men chatted and shared some laughs in the sparsely populated bar. Besides the occasional coming or going Bowex, Zoner or Corsair pilot, the atmosphere was quiet.