"And then she said, 'You aren't allowed to drink while on duty'. I shrugged and then dumped the bottle of scotch in the disposal."
The three men around the young woman looked surprised. "You? Dumping a good bottle of scotch? Doesn't sound like it."
"I went back for it after she left."
The men laughed, and then watched as she downed another few gulps of a bottle of scotch. Alex Anderson was now in the 'living room', talking to a trio of others that were there to relax. The scotch had originally not been allowed, however, since she was [i]now[/i] off duty, she was allowed to drink it. Unfortunately, another person was there, someone she hated. She didn't know his name, however he always seemed to try and take her on. "Oh, no, here he comes."

"Hey, Alex, you were supposed to get rid of that, right, twit?" Alex shook her head at the man. "Lance, I'm off duty. I can do whatever I want, including telling you to sod off." She got onto her feet, looking the man in his eyes. "I'm not gonna do that for you, Scot," He says. "Now, give me the scotch." He reaches for the bottle in Alex's hand, and his hand is simply swatted out of the way with her own hand. She puts down the scotch as Lance looked at his hand. "You should not have done that," Lance growls. Alex knew that he didn't like to look weak. She quickly rewards his sudden punch with a parry and an open palmed strike to the chest. Alex was much better trained than the engineer, and she showed it right there, with the trio that originally had been talking to Alex now clapping. Alex sidesteps to avoid a second punch, and then dives on him, knocking him over, before she climbs to her feet. She didn't want to beat him up, as that would get her into another 'detention' with an officer. She left the now unconscious Lance on the ground and sat back down. "Hey, who drank out of my bottle?" A pair of the trio point to one of them, and the man suddenly goes red. Alex laughs, gives him a wink, and then continues to drink.