A bar hanging in the Dark

[Doc Holliday]

He chuckled and nodded as he replied to her concerns. "Yes, yes, I can relate. A bad choice of words." He placed his hands atop each other on the table as he continued. "Overseeing the daily operations of an Enterprise, three bases, a fleet of ships, their crews and maintaining diplomacy with those we do work with so I get it."

"Nice suit, by the way, reminds me my days in a bar when I was serving similarly dressed patrons back on Houston."
"Thank you," he replied, "it is my favorite one and is better than a lab coat."
He wanted to compliment her uniform but wasn't sure how. She was an attractive woman but he wanted to keep things professional and not rub her the wrong way. Military style uniforms were of necessity, not comfort and he knew this.
"You know," he stated, until I met you on Veracruz, I had never met anyone from the Insurgency. You all have pretty sharp uniforms in my opinion."

At the mention of anti-depressants, his face changed to that of a concerned medical professional. He was no therapist but he remembered only a few days earlier that he felt the same way in his meeting with Cobra and what a success it had turned out to be. Looking into her face with his head slightly cocked to the right, he began a diagnosis.
"Any one thing triggering the need or just everything in general?" he asked. "I just do not want to over medicate you which could be worse."

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