[center][h1][color=8493ca]Eric Fenris "Wolf"[/color][/h1][/center]

I finished the sweeping of my assigned room and put the broom back where I found it. Lea was laying on the bed, curled up on herself and just watching me as I cleaned. Smiling at her I pat her head, she lazily thumps her tail against the bed in response, then open my bag. Looking around real quick to make sure that there was no one hiding about. Hard as that may be in such a cramped ship. Before quickly pulling out my bottle of whiskey and taking a quick drink. "AH!, That's good," I exclaim openly to myself. Smacking my lips a bit to savor the taste as it burned down my throat. "Can't clean proper without a touch of liquor to lube the hinges," I say to Lea with a chuckle, while holding the bottle in my bionic arm. 

Lea barked up at me, her tail wagging in earnest this time. "What? You want some too, baby girl?" She barked again, standing up on the bed and crouching low, her hind end in the air. "Oh, no, no, no, you can't have any of this. Remember what happened last time?" Her tail slowed, but she still stood poised to leap on me. "You threw up all over my good boots and passed out in the door!" I said with a laugh that prompted Lea to then jump on me and start licking my face and knocking me over on the bed. I make sure to place the bottle of whiskey back in my bag before rolling around with the big, hairy dog. "Oh, no you don't! You wittle rascal you!" I say while laughing at the same time as we rolled around on the bed. She licked me at every opportunity she could get, while I batted at her and shoved her around. After a good twenty minutes though I was tired and flopped onto the bed. Lea took the opportunity to jump on my chest and proceed to lick me to death. "All right, all right. You win, bah, you win, girl!" I exclaim between her furious laps of her tongue. After some petting and pushing she finally relented and just lay down on the bed again, panting. We both take a few moment to catch our breath. "Well, back to cleaning," I say, sitting up, then grabbing another quick drink before getting back to cleaning the room.

Not even a few minutes later Lea jumps off the bed and walks up to a man who had entered. I watch as the man pets Lea, leaning my weight on the mop I was using and taking a drag from my cigar. I spot the Captain's rank on the man's uniform. 'Great, another bug-assed piece of brass' I think to myself. Probably here to try and keep me in line. Then the man said that Lea was cute, which forced a lop-sided smile to my face. I couldn't help but smile when someone praised Lea. "Her name's Lea, and mine's Eric, Sergeant, if you care about that thing," I reply, taking the man's hand in my own. Careful not to use my bionic, as most people tend to not want to touch it. This captain though was different, he didn't come in and insist I salute him or even introduce himself by rank. That and his breath smelled of whiskey. Hell mine prolly did too.