Michael Garibaldi had a secret.
It wasn't a devastating secret.
It was a secret that might get him razzed a bit, but one he wouldn't trade the known universe for.
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Spending a rare evening alone in his quarters, Michael Garibaldi was sitting on his couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table. In his hands was a novel written by a medical doctor in 19th century England. It had been a birthday present from Jeff Sinclair prior to the nonsense that had gotten Jeff reassigned to Minbari.
Michael was enthralled in the exploits of the main character.
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The buzzer announcing that he had a visitor pulled Michael from the grasp of 19th century London. He sighed. He placed a bookmark where he had stopped reading before closing the novel and placing it on the coffee table.
He got up and answered the door.
Standing side by side were the Centauri and Narn Ambassadors which immediately aroused Michael's suspicious nature.
"Mr. Garibaldi," greeted Centauri Ambassador Londo Malori.
"What can I do for you, Londo? G'kar?" Michael asked.
"Join us in the Zocalo," G'kar replied.
"Why?"
"We wish to buy you a drink and celebrate your day of birth," Londo explained.
Micheal sighed. He didn't want to celebrate this particular birthday, but he knew that if he refused that Londo and G'kar would pester him until he gave in.
"Alright," he agreed. "One drink."
"Excellent!" Londo exclaimed.
G'kar chuckled.
Michael rolled his eyes before following the two ambassadors. He would get back to his novel later since it had ended with a real cliffhanger.