He was frustrated, angry, and, without a doubt, tired. Of course, none of these emotions even flittered across his face.
Chakotay walked into Sandrine's looking incredibly cool like he always did, but when he glided to the bar he didn't ask for his regular tea, instead he ordered a scotch. Sandrine's eyes looked over the Commander, suddenly interested.
"Eez everything alrite Commander?" She inquired in her French accent as she poured the drink.
"Fine Sandrine just need to relax is all." He casually replied. He grabbed his glass and flashing a smile found a seat a bit more isolated and quiet than the others.
The commanding officer looked around. Tom Paris was playing pool and losing to Belanna, Harry was having a conversation with the Doctor, and Chakotay sat in a chair frustrated out of his mind about Kathryn Janeway. He took a swallow from his glass and let the burning sensation fill his throat. HIs head reeled, and before he could stop the thought it intruded. I love that woman with every fiber of my being, he started to fume, why can she not see it? Chakotay rubbed his forehead and willed himself to relax. Beating himself up wasn't exactly his style, so he tried to clear his head with another swig of his drink. When all of a sudden he froze.
The jukebox in the corner was playing a song, a song that could not have been more accurate if he wrote it himself. Chakotay rushed over to the jukebox. "Computer what is this song?"
"Title: I'm Your Man, Artist: Michael Buble, Era: Early 21st century." It answered.
"Computer send information regarding this song to my quarters."
"Complete."
Chakotay exited the holodeck then with his glass half empty on his table, a spring in his step and a dimpled smile.