Libertonian Servicemember's Bar & Grill

[mtjsmith]

Matt looks at the young ensign, and gives him a glare of disgust as he pulls up a seat

"Whit ye want Ensign?! I've had a frecking hard time these last coupl'a days n'those bloody medics on D deck fill me up wi'crap n'bio nanobot freckish thangs. They even tell meh tae cut oot tha' drink fer a week! A WEEK!"

Matt looks at the new pip on his shoulder, a mark of promotion and higher responsibility

"Now look whit High Command 'ave gone n'done aye? I'm nae like ye anymore Ensign - I cannae get drunk oot ma skill and laugh in tha' face o'pirates. I have tae keep lackys like you outta tha' firing line eh?!"

Matt's getting pretty exasperated, he reaches out to the glass of water in front of him - without thinking he grips it too tight and it smashes and it cuts his hand

"Crap. Didnae expect.... woah..."

The bio-nanobots have kicked in and are repairing the damage before his eyes

"Holy... barm'n ye sure this was frecking water?! Whit have those docs done tae me... argh!?!?"

Matt stares at the Ensign

"Ye didnae see me here, ye didnae see that - buzz off!"

Matt storms out the bar

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