Docker and Eddie Versus Coffee

    Docker slid his jacket off his shoulders and tossed it over Eddie's face.  "How long until we reach Kepler 22?"  
    "Perhaps two days, at this rate," Eddie drawled, from where he was draped like a pile of rags over the sofa, one arm spilling on to the floor.  He fought Docker's jacket away and sighed, and drained the last of the bottle of scotch into his glass.  "So says our lovely Captain, mind you.  This ship doesn't have the most powerful warp drive, but it has to do, obviously."  He raised his eyebrows at Docker and cocked his head.  "If you hadn't been so insistent that we left immediately, I could have found us a quicker ride."
    "Can it, would you?" Docker grunted.  "And stop drinking liquor like a damned fish.  Try this, forgodsakes."  He dug the tiny packet of coffee out of his pocket and tossed it at Eddie.  "And you look like a lazy alligator hung on a log.  Sit yourself up, damn it!"
    Eddie barely caught it, just between his fingers.  He said nothing for a long moment, staring at it with lazy, glazed eyes.  "Good gad.  Where on Earth did you find this?"
    "I'll forgive the expression," Docker chuckled, dropping down next to Eddie on the sofa.  "Found it while we were digging through that old colony ship last month.  Go ahead, get some water and mix it up."
    "This," Eddie said, brandishing the packet like a wad of freshly minted money, "is practically gold.  Would you drink gold?"
    "You drink Goldschlager," Docker pointed out, snatching the coffee out of Eddie's hand.  "Just a friendly reminder to lay off the booze."  He hopped up and went to the tap, grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water.  "Caffeine is just another drug, but this stuff is probably more potent."
    "Why is that?" Eddie asked, gulping his scotch.
    "Didn't you read the label?" Docker asked as he emptied the coffee into his glass.  "It's Starbucks."