Great, because I'm not even close to forgetting about today. At all.

[ it's said with half his mouth in his hand as he attempts to will away the sting of the alcohol in his throat. it tastes clean, which is good. not too sweet, more biting than anything else and it feels like ice going down instead of fire.

space booze, amirite?]

I'm... [ he waves that hand from over his mouth, gesturing a little vaguely. ] New to this ship. New to space. [ it's great. no. it's terrible. but you know. you pick your battles--it's not jail. ] Who's buying my next drink?