Drunken Sailor

[Erremnart]

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"Hm, credits are needed everywhere. Even on the streets, though you need to be respected there as well.", she shook her head and took a drag from her cigarette and knocked the ash into the ashtray, "What are we actually going to drink? Something stronger, I hope.". She was obviously serious about her goal of getting drunk and was not about to back down from it. After all, it was such a tradition to drink away battles with death-close situations, especially in personal battles. Up until now, she'd had vivid dreams of fighting for the bridge, and this was such a ritual to appease her inner demons.

"What is Admiral Knight actually like as a person?", curiosity took hold of her again as to what was actually going on around her, "I doubt you walk around her with a high collar, saluting and addressing her by rank." She added slightly amused as she scanned Morreti with her blue gaze, trying to imagine him as a starched dummy in uniform on the bridge of a battleship. Taking another drag from her cigarette she spoke again, "But I guess the capital ships will come in handy for the Free Republic, if you have a way to supply them.".

Virginia was taking quicker drags from her cigarette than usual, but after all it was not entirely uncommon for smokers to smoke more cigarettes than their usual daily average over a bottle of alcohol.

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