itsjustagamerp | Drinks are on the station!

Characters: Shepard and any adults who feel like getting smashed.
Content: With so much ale and mead on board, why let it go all to waste
Location: Cafeteria
Time of day: Evening to somewhere in the very early morning
Warnings: alcohol and everything related to it.

When someone does around to the mess of a space station for some food, they never really expect to see several ancient-looking barrels just neatly set up against the farthest wall. So for Shepard, she couldn't help but be a little suspicious. It didn't take long though to realize what they contained and that it hadn't been tampered with. Given nobody else was around, how could the commander say no to a little pick-me-up?

Using one of the equally ancient-looking mugs that were lying on the table, she poured herself a nice fill before sitting herself down at one of the tables. Raising the glass, it was almost to her lips when it hit her what she forgot.

She nodded with her mug and dipped her head a little at the barrels in a toast. "To whoever's terrible idea this was." She muttered and took in a nice swig of her drink.

[Alright folks, this will largely be a party-based log. There's juuust enough barrels of ale and mead to get everyone involved absolutely drunk, so have at it! Tag anywhere and everywhere you like. Please keep the characters to just adults as I'm sure there would be enough hilarity and awkwardness without the children. XD]

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Shepard herself found the drink to be also good. It didn't have as much kick as she was used to drinking back in her own time, but the flavor gave it a decent enough taste. She followed Mike and took another gulp of her own.

Her smile grew a little more when she heard Mike's answer. "You've certainly been around. Though aside from the mascot, they don't seem too bad. How long were you hired for most of these?"

Wow, Shepard certainly took a big drink there...he wondered how much she could handle. Probably not more than him, though!

And hey, was she really impressed by those temp jobs? He thought he'd been lucky to have Ginger impressed. Of course, the next question was not as nice...there was a reason they were called "temp" jobs. This called for another swig of his drink, which he gladly took. "Oh, you know...anywhere from a couple've weeks to six months. Heh, when you're tempin' it, it's one thing after another!"

Well Shepard wasn't impressed so much as curious. Her career had almost relied entirely on locating to colonies or inside military stations, so careers were pretty focused toward necessities and just short of her arrival here, there wasn't much time for simple small talk. Besides, a little small talk never hurt anyone.

She nodded to his answer and moved over a little to fill her mug a little more than where it was before. "Hopefully they paid decently, right?"

He took another sip of the mead...that stuff was warming him up pretty well. Even if she wasn't actually impressed, it was nice to believe so. "Ehh, decent enough to get by. No bennies, though," he sighed.

"So what sorta jobs do you get in the future? And hey...do they still have the World Series then?" He remembered her mentioning that she was from some time in the very-distant future. And if she knew some future things...maybe if he ever got down to Earth he could win an office pool or two.

"'Bennies'? I have a feeling that's just an old Earth term, unless...?" Can never be careful.

She sipped her own drink, rubbing away some of the foam immediately from her mouth. What were the jobs in her future? "I haven't...exactly been anywhere near Allia-, I mean Human territories for a while. From what I saw, they were pretty much what you have here in this era and the other races were pretty much doing the same. The colonies are a little specialized, since necessity comes before preference, but still the same engineers, shop clerks and desk jockeys."

The more Shepard thought about it, it was no wonder there were so many mercenaries running around. People probably didn't want the boredom the other jobs had.

"Oh, right," he should have thought about that. Maybe those didn't exist in the future? Who knows. "I mean benefits. Health, dental insurance, vacation pay, stuff like that."

So, not as exciting as Mike would've thought. But then again, even in a future populated by aliens, he would be the kind to end up with a boring desk job. Perhaps there was just no way to get rid of those. "I guess the more things change, the more they stay the same, huh?" And as to his other question... "I guess there wouldn't really be a...'Universe Series', either."

He watched as Shepard took another sip of her drink. "Pretty good with your liquor, there!"

Drinks are on the station!

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