The Bear's Cave - Sedona Station, Baffin (Formerly Freeport 14, Yukon)

[Blighter]

Under different circumstances, in a different place, only barely three, two days earlier, hell maybe rather two years ago, Lieutenant Alissa Kalinin wouldn't have just laughed. But those weren't different circumstances, so all she really did was laugh until she had to gasp for breath.

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#FF9944]"Oh god... good one, give you that much, good one there comrade!"

More Vodka. One more gulp. A glass' worth. Followed by an alcohol-induced smile.

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#FF9944]"But I don't think it's you just being polite."

She wasn't drunk enough to have stopped thinking entirely, and while the little amount of weed - as excellent as it was - did its own little part, that mind hidden behind the brown, sparkling eyes of hers kept doing its job.

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#FF9944]"There's a reason I am here. There's a reason you are here. And there is, just the same, a reason you invited me over to your table."

After quickly stealing the Jay-Jay out of his fingertips she took the last pull, then let it slowly die in the ashtray as she stood up.

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#FF9944]"Guessing there's a reason why you're hiding behind work too."

Maybe another time, he'd be more inclined to talk. Sure, it might've mostly been alcohol and her wish to get her mind of all the s*** that had happened recently that got her here, but now there was some genuine interest about this fellow, lodged deep in her cerebral cortex like a splinter.

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#FF9944]"Dosvidanya, Mister Cee."

Leaving a credit card to cover for her expenses on the table, she headed out of the bar, stopping only at the counter to get another bottle from the barman before she'd vanish. Back down, but hopefully not back down to reality. At least not for now.