Port Twelve

[The.Cop]

Smiling kindly, she continued massaging his shoulders, until he asked her if she is drunk. Out of sudden she had squeezed his shoulder and whispered. "Alright, Hunter. You will HAVE to pass me your ID card now. You are currently under influence of alcohol and flying while drunk is forbidden." Monica said and gestured "give me your ID"
with her hand in front of his face. "Of course I am not drunk... Did you really think that one cocktail would punch me down? Even if I am having a shift in the morning? Shaking her head in disbelief, she took a seat where she was previously seated, still shaking her head and stating into his eyes.

"Hmmhmmmm..." Monica grinned at Horace, but it was a special grin. After that she slowly pushed her glass towards him as a gesture that he is still allowed to share her drink. Suddenly a simple "beep" cloud be heard and few seconds after that Monica took out here datapad "Ohh myyy... " Her eyes were shinning once again, the happiness was radiating into surrounding. "I've got a chance to pick next course of my Police career!!" Bingo, that's something she has been waiting for... Promotion.