[center][h2]PFC James Hunt|Outside the Armory[/h2][/center]

"You as well, Miss Jatmoore." Watching Lilly head off to her bunk, James shook his head and headed off to his own bunk, dropping off his gear and his pack before looking for a pub or other such establishment to get a good drink and some ale to go before they left in the morning. He was also careful not to let any of the officers or NCOs find him looking for alcohol, a talent he perfected back with the army during his down time. [i]Come on, come on, where's the-Ah! There it is![/i] Spotting his target, he heads inside and walks up to the counter, ordering an ale for there and a four flasks of it for the deployment. The bartender shook his head as he handed James his drink.

"Lad, if you're about to deploy, why the hell are you getting drunk?" James laughed  and took a drink of the ale.

"Ah, that's the thing, I don't get drunk, I have a drink for good luck and then drink when I'm not doing anything important while in the field. I've got it down to a science." With another shake of his heaed, the bartender gives the young soldier his flasks and serves another patron. [i]Bah, I'm not dumb, I know the regulations for this kind of stuff.[/i] Finishing his ale, he pays the tab of one drink and takes his flasks back to his bunk, where he stores them in his pack. "There we go, ready to go in the morning."