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Even though he had ordered it built, Club Discordia wasn't his kind of place to hang out but when he was stuck at Shasta for days on end working, he paid a visit, often working the Poker table to maintain an old bad habit!
Still, one part of the club was set up for the more civilized of folk and with the usual passer's through in Baffin, it was also one of the quietest, a perfect place for someone like a group administrator to find quiet over a drink to go through piles of paperwork. Doc sat in his corner doing just that. He ignored the two ladies chatting over dinner on the other side. His two ship commanders, Sarah Coyle and Alicia Cook, were enjoying a night off while catching up on recent events. They also gave their boss his space and left him alone as he did them.
Doc sat alone, a bottle of Coalition Vodka sitting next to the glass into which it was dispensed. He looked over his datapad, reviewing reports while signing a few documents as he hoped his old friend, Malaclypse, would arrive.