Agent Arizona

"Zona is fine, I guess, but yeah forgive me for that, booze dull the anguish but they sure don't dull the muscle memory.." Zona then sat on the counter, next to Hampshire “Yeah but are you ok dude? I hit you hard enough to knock out and or break the neck of an elite and i know, I have done both of those things before”

“Yeah well sorry guy, that usually happens after a major bender which probably ain’t a good thing but ehh i can’t help myself when it comes to booze, its my one weakness...Owww” He held his head again, “Fuck i should really lay off on these benders...but yeah again sorry for nailing you and doing that other thing what was it...oh yeah saying that name Octavia was it? i really don’t know why i said it but i was dreaming and was smelling Italian food, hearing the sound of piano music, and feeling a cat brush across my leg then hearing that name as i woke up...” he looks confused, but goes back to looking at the guy, “Well either way, im Arizona; Nice to meet you!” He extends his hand to the man

Maine grunted as he took a seat, reluctantly,”I drink to relax so I don’t punch mouthy agents in there mouth… I hardly drink. Brother drank a lot growing up, there’s a snippet of pre-soldier sob story for you.” He sighed and cracked his neck,”Got any good war-stories about beating people the fuck up? I’ve got those in spades, and they’re my favorite.”

"Well my family was a bit boring I would say, dad had a cushy job with Oni, Mom was a hair dresser before being screwed over by well life and I had a sister once..." He stopped talking and stared at the bottle, he sighed, "she died...just as we were to escape from the invading force..." He made his finger into the shape of a gun and pointed at your head and motioned a shot, "..Boom..." He put his hand down, "...she died, and I was alone...and I was off to war..." He smiled and started to laugh under his breath, "why are you here right now? I really know you don't want be listening to an old dogs sob stories so why?"

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Maine quietly and discreetly made his way to the Rec Room. Fucking loud-mouth rookies. He’d make sure to have another ‘training session’ with Oregon soon. Maine quietly retrieved the flask he ‘dropped’ and turned around to come face to face with another agent,”Well- I can tell you right now it’s better if we forget you saw me here.”

He look at the grizzled man and just blinks, not really afraid, “ I’m sorry, what? man you must get the wrong impression of me, i am not afraid of you” He looks down and sees a flask, “oh its that way, what do you drink?”

Maine groans softly,”Worth a shot… Bourbon.” He takes a swig and stashes it away,”Last time I hide it in here though. Leave it to the ONI-Spook to be a whistleblower.” He sighs and takes a seat and looks to the new agent,”You’re Arizona, right?”

"Yuuuup that's me!" He sits as well," But you call me zona" he grabs a flask out of his pocket and took a swig, "you know, you can tell alot about a person by their drinking habits, for me, I keep booze on me at all times; I'm most definitely an alcoholic, I will not doubt that, but I drink so I forget, forget the last 20 years of boring sob story bullshit and then some reasonable war bullshit, but soldiers don't have time for that. Soldiers are meant for war, and war came to me.." he took another swig from his flask

Just as the man put his hand on his shoulder, he was woken up, he screamed the name "Octavia!" and then let out a rough punch into the mans gut, "oh shit...I'm sorry...ow fuck my head" he then put his hand on his forehead, he was experiencing the hangover, he then tried standing up. He stumbled a bit but eventually got to his feet, "look man I'm sorry about punching you in the gut, that's kinda a reflex I developed over years with the ODST, you never know when it will go to hell" He looked down at the man who was on the ground, "and here I am rambling to you, here: Take my hand" he puts out his hand for the man.

Maine quietly and discreetly made his way to the Rec Room. Fucking loud-mouth rookies. He’d make sure to have another ‘training session’ with Oregon soon. Maine quietly retrieved the flask he ‘dropped’ and turned around to come face to face with another agent,”Well- I can tell you right now it’s better if we forget you saw me here.”

He look at the grizzled man and just blinks, not really afraid, “ I’m sorry, what? man you must get the wrong impression of me, i am not afraid of you” He looks down and sees a flask, “oh its that way, what do you drink?”

“Unless there’s a mission , there’s usually nothing fun to do. ” Jo chuckled “ I sometimes wonder when this project will end and what I’ll be doing after it.” She got serious for a bit and leant forward , tracing circles on her bottle. “ I might quit my job after this. In all honesty, I love flying but I don’t like the unpredictability of the unsc. I could die out in space and leave my daughter with no one. ” She sighed and set the bottle down “ Even if Lydia and I never break up , I’m still quitting. I may just become a tattoo artist. I drew all of the ones I’ve got on me. The roses all down the right side of my body ; the heart with Vivs name; the skull with the hamlet quote ;all of them. ”

"Well I wouldn't hold it against you, the UNSC is not for everyone; Hell if you had meet me when I was still a shrink you wouldn't have seen me near a UNSC recruitment center" He looked down at his empty beer bottle " Back on Eridanus II the UNSC was not liked; hell the planet was a hub world for insurrectionist activity from the time I was born to the day to the weeks following the covenant invasion" He sighs and look sad when he spoke of Eridanus "...but after the glassing and all the death, all the hate for the UNSC that we had seemed really petty when looking at the threat that the covenant posed to the rest of humanity. I might retire from the UNSC after this, but only if the universe doesn't need me, if it doesn't I might open that bar I always wanted...maybe even with Octavia, if we both survive"