Chapter 22 - Springwine (Patreon)

Of course, at some point, like virtually every group of bored soldiers in the history of the galaxy who could get away with it in their downtime between missions, we all started drinking to pass the time. Our current drink of choice was Bajoran springwine, a uniquely Bajoran beverage made from fermented kava juice. It was delightful drink, of an extremely pale blue color, that ran towards the sweeter end of the spectrum, like someone had crossed a riesling with a pinot grigio. It didn't have the robust flavor of Romulan Ale or the sheer alcoholic kick of Blood Wine, still, it was worth drinking and there was plenty of it.

Why we were binge drinking Bajoran springwine when we had a replicator database filled with thousands of different alcoholic drinks, who knows, but somehow I suspected it was a bout of subconscious nationalism that we were all feeling after our successful liberation of Gallitep. The Resistance as a whole had celebrated like they’d already freed the planet from the Cardassians and that kind of fervor could affect anyone. I’d actually developed a taste for it during my time with the Resistance. It also helped that drinking something so uniquely Bajoran helped me integrate better into the group. It was the little things that often made the biggest impact, though killing Cardassians in horrific ways had helped a lot too.