-=/-\=- Hotel Bar -=/-\=- Richard sat at the bar drinking round after round after round. This whiskey was the best quality liquor he'd ever tasted, and he just couldnt get enough of it. Turning around he noticed a few familiar faces, including Foster and both the Captain and the XO, but had no desire to talk to any of them and just kept to himself by the seemingly endless supply of booze. In the back of his head were his duty's as ODA Commander. He had meant to head back to the ship hours ago, but kept putting it off. Screw em. He mumbled to himself. For the first time in a while he felt extremely relaxed and happy. Just then he noticed Okrin, the blue shirted doctor head over and begin talking to Guzman and Summers. Okrin didn't look like he was having a very good time and left after a brief conversation with the command team. Richard laughed at the man as he walked away. "Doesn't know how to have a good time", he said to himself when all of a sudden a strange though just popped into his head. "Hes trying to make us leave", he mumbled again to himself. "The ship is fixed and he wants us to leave our R&R early", he again spoke to himself. Suddenly Richards face went from carefree to stone. He couldn't let Okrin make everyone leave, everyone was having too good of a time. Placing his drink onto the counter he stood up and began following the Medical officer out of the casino. He was going to have a little chat with Okrin, maybe then he'd relax and join everyone else and have some fun. He wasn't going to let him ruin it for everyone. -=/-\=- End Log -=/-\=- First Lieutenant Richard Cortez ODA CO USS Chimera