Sci-Fi Friday: Drink?

“Captain would you care to join me for a drink after your shift?”
“No thank you Number 1. Whenever I hit the ship’s bar there’s always that intense alien woman who starts nattering on about destiny and fate, when all I want is Alterian whisky and definitely not cryptic comments.’
“Ah, yes. The role of mysterious bar tender is a tough one Sir. She came highly recommended though.”