'Maybe you've drunk a little more than I thought, Commander.' Christina hadn't imagined it'd be this hard to keep a smile on her face while 'celebrating' the new promotions. Better to see it through to the end, she thought.
She averted the Commanders gaze and pulled out a bottle of Gallic 795.
'Well before we even knew of Gallia, courtesy of our Council friends that peddle their goods through Liberty recently. You three enjoy it, I have a few matters to attend to.'
Turning away gracefully, Christina cantered towards the exit of the bar.
'Thank god that's over...' She whispered to herself, perhaps a little too soon.
