Self-Medicating [Ten-Forward] [John, Guinan, open]

[hart_of_time]

John stalked through the corridors, feeling inexplicably grumpy. The rescue mission had been a complete success, and certainly the command crew seemed happy to be back. John wasn't even in a strop about not being thanked; it wasn't the sort of thing that he put much stock in, himself. But now, he just felt...frustrated

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[guinan_listens]

Guinan had been counting some bottle below the bar, so when she rose slowly to meet the young woman in front of her, it was a little eerie.

But... it wasn't really a young woman she was addressing. The body was female, but the aura surrounding it screamed male. Interesting male. "Good afternoon," she said, a little nod to her head. "What can I do for you?"

[hart_of_time]

The bartender seemed rather formal. That was fine, John could work with that. "Good afternoon," she replied, "I would like a drink, if you please. House specialty, perhaps?"

[guinan_listens]

Guinan cracked a smile. It was nice having someone's trust in making a drink. Pulling out a couple bottles, she began pouring and mixing with a practiced hand. "Hope you like a sweet drink," she said, tossing in a spear with some fruit pieces before handing it to her.

"Having a good day?"

[hart_of_time]

It wasn't trust so much as confidence in his liver's ability to handle anything he could throw at it. The fact that his liver was currently not in the same body he was in was momentarily forgotten.

SHe sipped the drink. "Not bad," she commented. "It's sweet but not weak." She took a more substantial swallow, draining half the glass, before answering the second question. "Day's been a little strange. Been to 21st-century Earth and back already today."