Raktajino
by Starsinger
In case you didn't know, Raktajino is the Klingon version of coffee. And if you know anything about Klingons, you know that anything they make is strong! Set in the "Lessons of Rura Penthe" universe. Don't own them.
Jim sat in his quarters, sipping out of a coffee cup. A slight grimace crossed his face, but this was his monthly shipment from the Klingon Empire. There were some advantages to owning a share in a Dilithium Crystal Mine.
The door slid open and Bones walked out in his pajamas and walked to the coffee pot. He poured himself a cup and took a sip before Jim could warn him. "What the devil is this!?" he cried, his hair standing on end.
"Raktajino," Jim replied taking another sip from his cup.
"Where did you get this stuff?" Bones asked.
"The Klingons make it. I…have contacts," Jim replied not really wanting to divulge that he was a wealthy man.
"This is…" Bones walked over to the couch, sitting upon it and taking another sip, "This is awful, terrible, worst stuff I've ever drunk."
Jim smiled. "More?" he asked.
"Yes, please," Bones replied.