[center][h3][color=92278f]Beth[/color][/h3][/center]

Beth wasn't drunk. That alone was probably an accomplishment considering her predicament. She was angry, that was normal, and in a way reassuring for the woman. A cousin, probably a second or third, was beating her at cards. He had assured her that he could get her off station before she was scanned. He, of course, was clean. At least he had never been caught at committing whatever crimes it was he was guilty of. 


Her cousin had finished emptying her wallet when from across the bar Sonny, the guy her cousin had introduced her to in the hopes of Beth getting of the station, called out that the meeting had been set up. The employer was another person that Beth had to deal with. She just wanted off the damn station. She hated sitting still, or rather hated not moving through space. Stations had their place, and that’s where they stayed (usually). Ships though, that was another matter, her heart pounded. Beth poured the rest of her beer, bought with her cousin’s money, down her throat not even tasting the foul liquor.  “[color=92278f]Thanks[/color],” She mumbled in her cousin’s general direction, stood and made her way across the crowded room to the old man. 


With a nod and feigned smile she entered the room Sonny was standing in. The only person in the room, a man, seemed disinterested. The room was stifling and like the rest of the station full of recycled air, which made Beth want to smoke. 


“[color=92278f]Afternoon[/color],” Beth said. She sat down without any prompt from the man, her future captain if all went well. She didn’t look as the others joined them.