Dextro doozy [2186]

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       The Primarch tossed his head, alcohol searing his gullet like fire.  But it was a good burn, a slow burn, and he savored the dull warmth, the numbness that followed in its wake. He still wasn’t fully accustomed to such luxurious amenities aboard active warships, and while protocol - and perhaps pride - would have barred him from permitting such an installation on one of his own vessels, he nevertheless was relieved for the respite he found here.

       He reached for a dextro chartreuse and then thought better of it, refilling his emptied cup with a healthy dose of whiskey instead.  He hadn’t been here long, but he was going to make the most of it.

       Amber eyes flicked behind him following the soft whoosh of the doors. 

                                   “Care to join me, Admiral?”

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