[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]http://31.media.tumblr.com/bf6f360b38dd4b2e3cad631da7184fd2/tumblr_njl3470ERl1rnev0oo1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=#4dffa6][b]Location[/b][/color]: Prometheus - Cargo Bay[/center][hr][hr]	Hearing Anisa say her own voice, Dorothy was mentally prepared for the scolding of a lifetime. Her eyes widened slightly with surprise as Anisa sounded relieved, if anything. She couldn't help but feel relief as well. It seemed that business was off the table for now - and instead, they were simply acting like friends. As much as Anisa was her captain, she was also Dorothy's best friend. She chuckled slightly at Anisa's remarks. [color=#4dffa6]"I'm afraid you may be on your own,"[/color] Dorothy admitted. [color=#4dffa6]"Seen plenty of drunks and bars for a lifetime,"[/color] she explained. 

	[color=#4dffa6]"But if you give me a mo' before you depart, I can fix you up something to take the edge off - though with these two, it'll likely need to be extra strength."[/color] She looked in the direction of Anisa's gaze as she spotted the other pilot, Harper. She hadn't gotten a proper chance to judge his character, but he wasn't running his mouth constantly like Foy and Jahosafat, so perhaps he'd be someone Anisa would feel comfortable palling around with. She herself wasn't usually the most fun at bars. In the language of the Earth that Was, she was THE designated driver. She monitored everyone's alcohol consumption, made sure all of the bills were paid, and felt a need to keep a close eye on everyone's vitals. It was a habit from her childhood that wasn't going to go away at any point. It was how she had started her medical career, after all. 

	[color=#4dffa6]"Not sure if Daphne's joinin' you all - she's got a fair deal of work to do,"[/color] Dorothy explained to Anisa. Of course, the real reason Dorothy doubted Daphne would be going to Lady Luck's was the same reason she didn't want to attend herself. [hr][hr][center][h1][color=8882be]Fitz Townsley[/color][/h1][img]https://static.tumblr.com/91c0476a118256a00cfcd54c6d88de99/syeuhpr/lBjmu0s7f/tumblr_static_b.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=8882be][b]Location[/b][/color]: Lady Luck's[/center][hr][hr]	Fitz just stood awkwardly where he was when he came in, only jumping a bit to the side to avoid being trampled by anyone trying to leave or enter. As he took in his surroundings, his face paled as he realized just how out of his element he was. There were what looked like gambling tables filled with cards and dice, alcohol everywhere, people everywhere. He gulped a bit and for the first time since he left Osiris, he regretted it. He should've just stayed in the lab amongst people he had known for years, the very few friends in his life that he could speak to with minimal stuttering. Taking in a deep breath, his knees trembled a bit and Fitz grabbed onto them, as if that would make them hold still. 

	[color=8882be]"W-w-w-what have I done?"[/color] Fitz whispered to himself, moving again to miss getting knocked into by another patron. He wanted nothing more than to run out of the establishment and find the fastest transport shuttle back to an Alliance planet that there was. He'd apply at the universities and hopefully get his old job back, if not one similar. Everyone had a need for an engineer who could, given enough time, figure out just about any system. He could do that - he was confident that he could. It was just the application of what he already knew to something that was unknown. To him, that was what engineering was all about. 

	The board game felt a little heavy, seemingly gaining weight the longer and longer Fitz thought about running away.