The Aftermath of a meeting with the Admirals (for onshoreleave)

A short meeting, my ass.

Pike thought as he turned off his terminal. Between O'Donnell and Archer he was surprised they got any work done at all. Even his games of Solitare couldn't keep him interested in whatever beurocratic drivel the rest of them were spewing out. If half the captains in the fleet knew the kind of circle talk and general bullshit that went on in these meetings they'd be demanding a review of the Admiralty. Pike was about three seconds away from doing it himself.

He took a deep breath and decided that was far too much paperwork, so he did whatever any self respecting person would do, poured himself a glass of his favorite scotch, hauled himself out of his chair and onto the couch by the window, all set to forget everything that happened at that meeting.