Broken Dreams

[not_gaheris]

 Telemachus was actually beginning to miss Seefra. And that was saying something. But at least that shithole of a planet, replicated 8 times, had real booze. Not this fake synthehol crap that wouldn't get anyone drunk, much less a Nietzschean.  On the other hand, the Enterprise had water. And showers. Was water and showers a good enough trade off for crappy booze. Or alcohol-less booze? But then again, at least everyone on the Enterprise was more educated than the common stranded thug on any of the Seefra system worlds.  If Seefra really was Tarn Vedra way back when, well, it was nothing like what it used to be. As if it's greatness moved on, and all the planet was left with was crap. 

Rhade took a sip, managing to convince whoever was tending bar to give him the good stuff.  Looking out the window of Ten Forward, he could almost pretend to be on the Andromeda. Of course, if he was on Andromeda, he wouldn't need to be drinking. Bit of a catch 22 there. Maybe he should go down to Risa again. Introduce himself to the ladies. Risa was many things, and she had both good booze and good women.  


Could he sink any lower? Telemachus asked himself.

"Here's to what I hate the most. Here's to me." He toasts himself and drinks, motioning to the bartender to refill.