Neil slept like a brick, unresponsive and heavily. Lonney's loud comm system and Junebug tromping around the Highlander passed his door several times was pretty much white noise to him as he lay unmoving, hair disheveled with no shirt and a phlorescent 'Merc 4 Lyfe' tattoo on his shoulder. Only the fourth time of Junebug pounding on his door did he stir at all. Groaning and smelling sweat and many other odors he was familiar with, Neil sat up and rubbed his head. 

She pounded on the door again.

"Hold on a sec!" He hoarsely called through the door, and with slow deliberation he swung his legs over the side of the small bed to touch the cold floor. He wasn't as hungover as Junebug, having been the one instigating more of the mischeif rather than being apart of it (though he certainly partook), but he was not crisp by any stretch of the imagination. He needed to eat, and drink some water for that matter because the pilot's throat felt as rough as the night he had last night. 

On the floor, he felt something smooth and circular touching his feet. Blinking, he wondered if he'd bought that booze dispenser he vaguely remembering him and Junebug drinking out of as Taya danced on the holo-pool table. If he had, that was a wise investment. ...That last thought also made him realize he might also still have some booze in his system, which would explain his mellow state of mind despite the headache and the...body ache. 

Moments later, he clicked the button for his door activation and it slid open with a 'shp.' Neil stood before Sayeeda with his shirtless and newly tattoo'ed self. Behind him, his room was disheveled and a new laser rifle was on the opposite cot, along with a part of the metal arm from the Hammered Cock barman. What was probably most surprising was the fact he wore her panties on his head like a hat (unbeknownst to him). 

"Sup?" he said, scratching his chest lazily. His mind caught up with him, and he held a finger up. "Oh you said breakfast right? I could use some food."
[@Penny]