2. Future Worf And The Margarita Of The South P... -

The year is 2410. The Klingon Empire is at peace, and Worf—now an Elder Statesman and high-ranking diplomat—has finally found a challenge worthy of his warrior spirit: retirement.

The bartender doesn't flinch. He reaches for a bottle of silver liquid and a fresh, bright lime. "Salt or no salt, big guy?" 2. Future Worf and the Margarita of the South P...

Worf pauses. He remembers the teachings of Kahless. "A warrior does not hide from the salt of the earth. I will take it with a heavy rim. And... the small umbrella. But make it . Like the blood of my enemies." The year is 2410

As the first sip of the citrus-and-tequila blend hits his tongue, Worf’s eyes widen. The acidity is sharp, the spirit is bold, and the chill of the ice is a shock to his Klingon physiology. It is a good day to drink. He reaches for a bottle of silver liquid

"Computer," Worf rumbles, his voice like grinding tectonic plates. "Locate the nearest source of... agave ."

"Today," Worf mutters, staring out at the turquoise horizon, "is a good day to relax."