“Not in any way what-so-ever.” She chuckled, making heavy emphasis on each little syllable of the word in attempt to make the fact she was pretty much single-handedly killing herself into a more humorous anecdote. What else was she going to do for shits and giggles now there wasn’t any beer left? "Chances are the war will take me before the booze does, so I’m gonna surf along that tide till I crash." Sparks wavered a little, "Well at least until Huerta puts me on a ban for hanging out there on a drip. Heh- go figure."
              Sparks bounced on her toes with glee, landing and taking off to the door as soon as rubber hit wood. She gave the door a strong nudge, catching it’s sensors with an outstretched foot, one short pivot away from turning to the lieutenant. "You wanna go the safe way… Or the fun way?”
               "Well, that's one way to see it.                 Sorry but that leaves me won-                 dering what you gonna do in                 the case we win this and you..                 survive."
     Well he couldn't argue that she had a      point - somehow. Some kind of situa-      tions were easier to accept when you're      drunk. Yet that wouldn't change the fact      that she was committing suicide here      in a slow and cruel way. Or at least star-      ting a dangerous addiction.           Or that was what it seems to be. He           seriously didn't know her enough for           these assumptions.
               "I assume the fun way is potentially                 getting us into problems we laugh                 about later? Once we're out of the                 brig and are allowed to wear wea-                 pons again?"














