McCool's Tavern - Freeport 1

[Doc Holliday]

John Holliday had just finished several hours of fixing broken limbs, putting on bandages and performing surgery on those in need after the recent attack on the base. He wasn't so much tired as he was disgruntled.
"Another attack on this place," he grumbled as he removed his bloody smock and tossed it into a laundry bin. In only a TAZ T-shirt and sweats, he headed for the bar for some food and drink. He wasn't alone although the others were a bit upset. The construction and attacks didn't leave the place with much to drink.

"Well, Doctor," asked the bartender, "what's the good word?"
"Oh, just some more lives saved is all," he answered, "Now, food and drink."
The bartender sighed, "Well, Doc, not much here for drink although with the food supplies coming in we have a better menu now."
Doc nodded, "I figured as much. I had the crew of my shuttle unload some of our liquor stock. Corsair rum, Coalition Vodka, Liberty Ale and more."
"Wait," said the barkeep as he headed out back, Doc smiling the whole time. When he returned, "Um...Doc...Thank you. That'll keep things going for a good while." He then got close to him and whispered, "Where did you get this stuff?"
Doc smirked and whispered, "Never mind!"

The barkeep perked right up, "So Mr. Holliday, what'll it be?"
"Some of that fine Cambridge steak, Canaria veggies and a Rheinland strudel for dessert," he ordered.
"Done!" said the barkeep. Doc then took a bottle of Scotch over to his table and poured a glass, sipping as he waited.

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