Ian doubles over at the totally unexpected punch, falling off his stool laughing. "Oy, you've got some fire in ye, lass."
He drained the rest of the drink and then performed the time honored drunk test he had learned from some of the best mercs this side of Sol.
He lay on the floor. Careful now......careful....nope. Don't need to hold on to lie on the floor. Time for another drink!
gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|
Kris and Clark watch with silent amusemetn from their corner booth as Drew and Sarah move to join them.
"And we're supposed to trust these people sir?" exclaims Daniel.
"Just let it roll man. They're here for a good time, same as us, they just don't quite know how to do it," Kris replied as he eased back in his seat, "Maybe we'll show them when the other two get here." Kris's idea of a good time wasn't something universally appreciated within the Task Force, but it never failed to garner a response...
Still half paying attention, Ally sits on the stool lost in thoughts, or trying to think how to string her words together.
"I'm not -that- drunk Evans, but if you say so, then let's go..."
She hops off the stool, stumbling for a second, before regaining her composure and turning to face Evans
Evans takes Allison's arm in his and begins to walk towards the exit
"See you all around, and Ian, when you sober up, remember that you owe me a new Navy jumpsuit." He makes it through the door, supporting Allison so she does not fall over