CPO ShranLahr ch'Verret
[Earth - San Francisco - House of Shields bar](Dec 2401)
Open since 1908, the House of Shields had long been a historic landmark and one of the city's oldest bars, even boasting secret passage ways. That's what first drew Lahr's attention to the watering hole. That and it wasn't too far from the Starfleet Academy reporting center. The room was decorated festively for the local Earth winter holidays - not that Lahr paid the colorful lights and swags of tinsel any heed.
Lahr had gotten his orders to return to Challenger and was just waiting to hear when he would be shipping out. In the meantime, the Andorian needed a drink. He'd been doing that a lot lately when he wasn't out searching for Ruth.
If you didn't know ShranLahr, it would be difficult to tell how sickly he looked. His usual skyblue complexion now a more mottled blue with purple shadows with sunken in eyes.
"Barkeep!" he called. "Another Andorian ale!"
He then proceeded to drain the last of the three bottles already in front of him.