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((OOM: There's a reason Dr. McCoy hates transporter beams))
The front door opens, and one starfleet officer strolls inside after what has become another very long day on the job. He's sore and tired, but it's a pleasantly tired (if an unpleasantly sore). He thought about risking a lecture from Chapel to treat the bruising left behind from today's adventures, but really, he doesn't feel up to it at the moment. He is, however, up for some bourbon. A few minutes after entering he has a glass of his very own, and a seat the bar.
Yes, this'll do him fine.
The front door opens, and one starfleet officer strolls inside after what has become another very long day on the job. He's sore and tired, but it's a pleasantly tired (if an unpleasantly sore). He thought about risking a lecture from Chapel to treat the bruising left behind from today's adventures, but really, he doesn't feel up to it at the moment. He is, however, up for some bourbon. A few minutes after entering he has a glass of his very own, and a seat the bar.
Yes, this'll do him fine.