Shelby and Mueller. Set sometime after Shelby takes command of the Trident.
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"You are a walking black market," says Shelby, shaking her head as she surveys the cabinet, well-stocked with liquor of all varieties, including some she recognizes as illegal. "I am amazed, Kat. Truly amazed."
"Thanks." Kat looks pleased. "I rather like it myself."
"You do realize that you're breaking about half a dozen regulations by just being in possession of these?"
"You know you love it," Kat says with a smile.
"Oh, stop it." Elizabeth picks up a bottle, glances at the label. "Schnapps?"
"There's more from where that came from."
Elizabeth shakes her head. "I don't want to know."
"You tell yourself that," said Kat. "Hey, you know you're an accessory to the crime, now that you've seen my collection."
"Your collection? Like stamps?"
"Yes, except more entertaining." Kat has removed the top of the bottle and is pouring drinks. "Care to join me?"
Elizabeth raises an eyebrow. "And be an accessory to your crime?"
"Oh, but you're the captain. Don't tell Jellico, and he'll never find out."
"You mean there's no one else you secretly share drinks with?" Elizabeth is amused in spite of herself.
"Just you, dear Captain. Now--" Kat tops off the glasses and holds one out to Elizabeth. "Would you care to join me?"
Elizabeth knows she shouldn't. She really shouldn't. But she walks toward Kat anyway, accepting the offered glass, raising the drink to her lips as she silently toasts her first officer and her contraband liquor collection.