We burn out in the dark / We are invisiable stars

[harturmetalwolf.livejournal.com]

1] It's been a while since Adette had sneaked away for a dedicated drinking session in some dark corner of the ship, but the fast had past, and the buxom blonde was creeping around the hallways with a bottle tucked under her arm.
Adette sort of pocking her head into open doors, trying to find a place that was either unoccupied, or she found someone to drink with, either was acceptable at this point.




2] Later, after Adette had gotten herself sufficiently drunk, she went to sit on the observation deck. She carried her high heels in one hand as she walked, smiling as if she was pleased with the whole world. Despite her intoxication she didn't stumble, or trip. Adette was a pro and not even close to wasted, just happy drunk, buzzing with warmth and simply happiness. Once there she found a place to sit and just sort of got stuck, staring up at the night sky, her head tipped back, golden hair falling down her back, and pooling on the seat behind her. Adette loved this feeling, this sense of fulfillment, and joy, mixed in with the alcohol's soothing way to help one forget their troubles (not that she had many these days). This was the high every drinker should seek, when all that is left is happiness, and everything else just fades away.

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"Well if you think so, I will not dismiss the idea, but they should not call the commanders just for that. I am a mechwarrior not a..." He tried to recall what that Terran show where the five high voiced men scathingly appraised the clothing and furnishings of others had called it. "...an interior decorasigner."

He looked lustfully at the bottle take that as thou wilst. "Will you share your thanks with me then? Frivolous meetings are not the only thing on my mind...I am having trouble with the sibbie I...what was the expression...took under my wing. ...savashri phrase makes me sound like a Falcon."