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It had been years since Keylhar had died. Worf had grown lonely, he had missed the companionship a mate brought. He sat alone in his quarters. Troi had been seeing Riker now. He thumbed through his book of Klingon love poetry and sighed.
"Computer, blood wine, year 2359
He poored himself a glass and drank it, the sweet bloody taste brought bitter memories to mind, but the taste soothed him just the same.
"Maj!" He said as he gulped down the last of the wine. There was a knock on his door.
"Enter" he said, stopping himself from answering in Klingon.
"Commander Worf, we are about to start a poker game, we wanted to know if you wanted to play"
"Sure, I will be down in a minute"
"Okay, we will save you a spot" Troi said in her usual chipper voice, she left; Worf watched as her hair swung behind her and she walked with a sort of skip in her step.
Riker must be making her happy Worf thought as he gulped another shot of blood wine.
"Qoslij Dativjaj, K'Ehleyr "
He set the glass down on the table and left to play cards.