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Aged By Silver Birch (TAG Cochrane)

Posted July 29, 2021, 7:18 p.m. by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Aged By Silver Birch (TAG Cochrane)

Posted by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) in Aged By Silver Birch (TAG Cochrane)

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Aged By Silver Birch (TAG Cochrane)
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Oh it had been a long day, and Revna had a sick feeling in her gut that things were only going down hill from there. She needed a drink, and she didn’t want to drink alone. That was a nasty habit. Of course who she’d rather have a drink with she couldn’t which just cycled the issue. Plus what she wanted to rant over would fall on far too understanding and eager ears. That made her smile.

There was only one person on board she really knew well enough to be willing to share a drink with. And unless her instincts had failed her, and that was something she was working through, that someone needed a drink more than she did. Grabbing a round bottle filled with a honey gold liquid. What she wanted was an amber filled bottle in a black velvet nag, but that wasn’t here either.

Minutes later Revna stepped off the lift down the corridor, and rang the chime on Cochrane’s quarters.

McKenzie, DA

There was an almost minute delay, but finally the door opened. Cochrane stood in the doorway, his uniform on but his jacket open. “Mrs. McKenzie? Is everything all right? What can I do for you?” Alex asked with a slightly confused look on his face.

Cochrane, CO

“Cpt. Cochrane. What in Helheim! I need a drink and unless I’m totally daft so do you. Whisky right?” She offers the bottle, “You’ll love this then. And I hate drinkin’ alone.”
McKenzie, DA

Alex paused for a second and then simply stepped aside and held out an arm. “Do come in. And you aren’t wrong…”

Alex

Revna walked in pulled the tab on the wax, and with ease from experience born from knowing how her sister sealed bottles, popped the cork. She passed the bottle to him. “My sister made that. Calls it ‘honeyed whisky’. It’s aged about 12 years. That’s how long she’s been making it. It’s going to go down sweet, smooth, smokey and no kickback. You’ll realize what got ahold of you about the time you get 4 good pulls in you.” She leaned against a chair and levelled her gaze at him. “What as that?” and she waved out towards the corridor and the arrival of FedSec employee Luke Wyatt.

McKenzie, DA


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