Drunken Sailor

[Reeves]

The fact she'd gone out shopping for clothes of all things made him smirk. And her comment about a commanding officer face down in his own snot made him grin for a few seconds after that. Clearly he was picturing somebody he didn't like in that situation, amplifying the amusement. When she said she didn't mind things being livelier, he shook his head from side to side and considered the options they had. Eventually settling on the idea of going to a particular bar a couple blocks over from them, one that always had live bands playing in rotations. "Music? I know a place, it's called the Bombshell." It was quite the name, honestly catchy. And he seemed to have no trouble keeping pace with her as they walked, so she wouldn't need to pause for long at all.

"Straight down this stretch, after the third building on our left. There's an access point to get on the shuttle that makes a stop near our bar of choice." She might have already known this, but just in case she didn't, he'd told her anyway. If she had anything else on her mind or things she wanted to ask him, now was the time, since the walk would take a few minutes if they kept up their current pace. Life seemed to be carrying on all around them, many stories above them and across these vast stretches of pathways.