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Little was made of the Premier's visit. The patrons knew where they were and went about their drinks and conversations. The piano player continued his soft backround music, a piece by Vivaldi.
Doc entered the archway to the bar, still in his Doctor's whites, his stethoscope around his neck. A Klingon guard at the archway stopped him and informed him of his guest. Doc gave him a handshake and made his way to the booth where his friend was sitting. A few steps away, he called a young, red headed woman to him.
"Doreen, he's on my tab and um, try keeping this area clear." She just nodded and went about her business.
He then sat opposite of Alvin after a hand shake.
"My compliments to you, Alvin," he said, "I was at your refugee colony today. Well done, my friend. A very happy group there."
A glass of Scotch over Ice arrived and was placed in front of Doc, "If your men need anything, all they need do is ask. Besides surgeons, nurses and ship staff and a Klingon security group, you will see little to worry about."
He took a sip of his drink and then leaned on the table, his drink before his clasped hands, "something tells me you are here for business more than pleasure. What's on your mind?"
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