03-03-2026, 12:56 AM
Robin nodded. "Hey, I'm not trying to convert you or anything," she said with a soft smile. "That's just how I see it. Same destination, different paths. And that's why we're here. To come to terms with it, to refocus with friends and shipmates." She hopped down from the table. "When you're ready."
Mara answered with a nod of her own and then watched Robin go, before drinking the rest of the cola bottle in one long pull and putting the empty down on the bench. She looked around and sighed.
I think that social battery o’ mine might need chargin’ she thought to herself, unable to shake the mood that had settled on her shoulders like a lead weight. I’ll give it a bit longer though. Maybe I tick back up after another round of food. I could eat again.
She dropped to the grass as Hally called over.
"Hey Chief, I got a piece of pie that has whisky in it - I can't metabolize alcohol, so you want it?"
“You know me like you do, and you really want to add me gettin’ drunk to that particular shuttle crash?” Mara replied, a half-smile on her lips as she approached. “I don’t touch the stuff. It ain’t like I’m a model of consistency as it is, I know. But I’m not goin’ there.”
Her voice wasn’t unkind, but it was definitely firm. She’d tried booze as a kid and decided almost immediately that the loss of inhibitions and control wasn’t for her.
The Amazonian officer headed over to the barbecues. She had a hankering for some heat, and after a bit of back and forth with the cooks over what was their spiciest chicken that still tasted good, she headed back over to Hally and Aeryn with a plate of thighs, drumsticks and wings slathered in an orange sriracha glaze. There were a couple of cola bottles in her other hand, just in case she’d bitten off more than she could chew.
Mara settled down at the table with the 2 redheads.
“Who’s the entourage?” she asked, nodding at Miller’s friends.
== Tags you two. ==
Mara answered with a nod of her own and then watched Robin go, before drinking the rest of the cola bottle in one long pull and putting the empty down on the bench. She looked around and sighed.
I think that social battery o’ mine might need chargin’ she thought to herself, unable to shake the mood that had settled on her shoulders like a lead weight. I’ll give it a bit longer though. Maybe I tick back up after another round of food. I could eat again.
She dropped to the grass as Hally called over.
"Hey Chief, I got a piece of pie that has whisky in it - I can't metabolize alcohol, so you want it?"
“You know me like you do, and you really want to add me gettin’ drunk to that particular shuttle crash?” Mara replied, a half-smile on her lips as she approached. “I don’t touch the stuff. It ain’t like I’m a model of consistency as it is, I know. But I’m not goin’ there.”
Her voice wasn’t unkind, but it was definitely firm. She’d tried booze as a kid and decided almost immediately that the loss of inhibitions and control wasn’t for her.
The Amazonian officer headed over to the barbecues. She had a hankering for some heat, and after a bit of back and forth with the cooks over what was their spiciest chicken that still tasted good, she headed back over to Hally and Aeryn with a plate of thighs, drumsticks and wings slathered in an orange sriracha glaze. There were a couple of cola bottles in her other hand, just in case she’d bitten off more than she could chew.
Mara settled down at the table with the 2 redheads.
“Who’s the entourage?” she asked, nodding at Miller’s friends.
== Tags you two. ==