It had been a trying year, and Alvin was looking forward to a chance to forget about galactic politics, houses and wars. He wanted a chance to just be himself for a little while, and celebrate Christmas with him lads, and his friends.
The Coalition had come through a hard year, JiangXi... the Bounty Hunter wars. And they had survived.
He wore his favourite sweater, moving through the doors to the Klash (as it was nicknamed) taking a glass of red wine that was offered to him, one of the Zoner shipments brought out for the occasion. Smiling politely to members of the Politburo, ambassadors and officers, he lifted a glass and took a drink, sighing as he enjoyed the rich flavour of the Gallic speciality.
He saw several members of the Order engaged in a furious poker game with members of the Red Hessian Army, a Molly who was down to his skivvies, and two members of the fighter corps who had a big pile of clothing behind them... It was good to see some Christmas traditions were still alive.
Taking a place at the bar, he leaned back fumbling out a cigarette and lighting it, smiling at Leon Mendel who was never more than a step or two away from the Premier.
"You should get a drink Leon," Katz offered.
Mendel snorted, "With the reputation of this lot of mongerals? Someone around here needs to be sober incase they begin some kind of diplomatic incident."
"Relax," Katz said with a warm smile. "Have a drink with me, by god you have earned it after this year."
Mendel glanced at the drink, and sighed. "All right Alvin, but so help us if things go to hell in a hand basket because people don't know when to... OI!" he yelled pointing to the table. "For the love of god, don't take the mans underwear... there are women present!"
Katz chuckled as he shook his head... typical Klash.
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