"Roight. We got some liquor in the cold compartment back in the number 2 hold. Near tha life suppo' systems." 

Neil was at this point near the main cargo bay, and when he heard AVLN give the news of where it was, he spun without hesitation and headed toward where he believed the wires fed to the life support. He felt the rumble of the engines as he grew closer, and there was little in this universe more comforting to Neil than the thrum of a ship. Particularly once it entered hyperspace, and he was very anxious to see how this ship sounded in 10 minutes. Each ship had a different voice, after all. 

"Got a tad trigger happy," he admitted when he found to compartment. Neil undid the latch and opened it up, the cold rushing out and giving his skin goosebumps. Inside was more liquor than he had initially suspected. Seems Gorlan's lackey's had stocked it up but hadn't had the chance to unload their treats. Not that Neil was complaining. He hadn't had any of the drink since he'd been on Fortus. "Odd that a single pirate got that cocky, even if I've met a few." A few that were that stupid, he meant. 

He lifted up one of the bottles as he spoke, and grinned. It was a minute later when Neil found himself in the main hold on the circular cushioned bench that rolled around a desk where crew members would either dine together, arm wrestle, play cards, what have you. He'd found a few unbroken glasses in the sectional drawer built into the wall, and placed two drinking glasses down and kicked back on one side, the bottle of liquor in the center. 

Briefly, he wondered if Sayeeda planned on them gunrunning or bounty hunting around a neighboring system, and thought not for the first time if he should inform her of Saxon. Well, maybe he would. But later. Right now they had a job to do, and he was also attached to the ship already. She might boot him off without thinking, even if that meant she was stranded on some backwater planet with a prize she couldn't deliver back to Gorlan. 
[@Penny]