Katz obliged the Admiral, mixing a couple of Air Gunners
6 oz. Vodka
2 Oz. Lemon juice
2 tbsp Sugar
a couple of drops of blue Curacao
He made sure to choose the AKDOVODKA (the very best that the Coalition had to offer). Salvaging a couple of surviving glasses that had been saved from the short lived bar fight.
Smiling as he slid them across the bar.
"Oi, you louts!" he called, slamming a shot glass down on the bar.
"We have an Admiral here, newly minted and shiny!" he smirked as he produced a bottle of something green noxious and definately dangerous from teh secret stash under the bar.
"For the Commandant of the Fighter Corps!' he poured the first shot.
"For the men and women of the Fighter Corps that serve the Commandant of the Fighter Corps!"
he poured the second.
"For the lovers of the men and women of the Fighter Corps that serve the Commandant of the Fighter Corps!"
he poured a third, waggling his eye brows.
"For the Insurgent line of starfighters about to be retired for service, the mistresses of the men and women of the Fighter Corps that serve the Commandant of the Fighter Corps!"
He poured the last drink.
"Commandant-Admiral Karchov," he gestured to the line of shots. "If you would be so kind. I promise that this wont be gentle, nor kind going down."
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