Written for the fffriday challenge "Vacations".

He stared at the drink he'd ordered, then sipped it tentatively. No, nothing wrong there; it tasted nice, and seemed to have just enough alcohol in it. All in keeping with the purpose of a vacation – relaxing, recuperating so he would be at his best during the next mission. One week in a warm, sunny place with no use for space suits or guns.

But a little pink paper umbrella stuck into the glass? What was the purpose of that? What function was that supposed to perform? He just didn't get it.

Jubal Early frowned and called the bartender over.