"This is for medicinal purposes, Bones," the captain insisted, stepping into the doctors room and dangling the bottle of illegal alien ale by it's neck like it were some priceless treasure that would tempt all who saw it to claim it for themselves. "Mind-numbing purposes. You said you needed a drink. What better than good ol' Romulan ale? ...unless you'd rather I replicate some blood wine, but I'm not exactly in the mood for something that bitter and you not knowing Klingon will make me singing drinking songs by myself kinda boring."