> "Come!" could be heard through he door.
>
>Black was downing a glass of water when she walked in.
>
> "Good evening, Admiral Kitanya. Sorry about being a bit late, but
Admiral Snellings had some last minute disputes for me to wrangle through-
he gets me to do his dirty work for him, aka diplomacy and hatchet jobs...
I took the liberty of having the steward set up a private room for us to
dine in. I figured that a few drinks in the main mess hall would be a good
show for the troops to see us together enjoying a drink or two. Then we
can retire to a more private setting for a meal and conversation. That is
if it meets with your approval..."
"Absolutely fine," she said, realizing she'd have to talk to Snellings
first thing in the morning. He was being more of a pest than she'd
realized. "So, arrre we meeting Captain Polath herrre orrr therrre?"
(OOC: I can't remember what I called him before, but that's the name now :)
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Detroit Red Wings, 2002 Western Conference Finals
GO WINGS!!!!
