It was moments like these... These small moments of bickering, the teasing, the angry curses that the translator system refused to translate. Was Raymond drunk? Extremely, but the scene laid out before him was one of the few that he truly enjoyed. It was definitely interesting to see everyone climb out of their shell in a way--well, except for Josk, who always acted like this. Raymond had never seen the Doctor like this, and he felt guilty for the feelings he got at the sight of her in his jacket (which he planned on winning back, by the way).

The crew bickered and trailed off from his question, which he didn't blame them. He took a long, slow puff of the cigar in between his lips, and let the crew member before him make his move. [color=lightblue]"I'd find some shitty job on the country side of Earth... I'd work my ass off until I had enough credits to find an antique store, and buy myself an old Human Automobile."[/color] He knew the crew wasn't listening, and with his quiet tone he doubted they even cared. He looked at his pile of "winnings" and at his hand again. [color=lightblue]"I'd work night and day on that piece of shit, and when I finally get it to work, I'd buy myself some beer, drive for hours until I couldn't any longer."[/color] He tossed in a couple coins, and tossed his watch into the pot. [color=lightblue]"I'll sit in the bed of the old rusting piece of junk, and I'd drink, looking up at the night sky, and all of those stars, knowing I'd never have to travel to them again..."[/color]

There was a lot he would do if he wasn't a prisoner on the ship. Like his modest Pilot stated, they could be dealing with a lot worse. The Marauders worked hard to get to this point, though. When Raymond became Captain, he was still treated like an animal, having to follow very strict rules and guidelines. He even had to fight some of his crewmates that tried to take control from him. 

The truth was, he loved the Monroe. He loved his crew, and despite being forced to be here, he was glad that he got to meet these crazy people--


A voice rang through his head, which made him stop in his tracks, and look up, the smoke from the cigar filling his eyes. He was about to say something until the drunk words of Rae beat him to it, and very casually. There was so much going on in the room, from Josk's pheromones, to the smell of booze, and smoke, and now he was hearing voices in his head? Well, it wouldn't be the first.

[color=lightblue]"Are we just going to ignore the fact that..."[/color] He looked at Rendyl, knowing he was going to sound crazy for even bringing this up. [color=lightblue]"Was... Was that you?"[/color]