It seemed the part got tense to the Post Captain but things began to cool down again between Carter and the elven captain, Captain Carter too… too many Captains probably and all used to being the lord and master of their commands. 

Toasts raises he was glad that the spirit of the evening was a good one, they had worked hard and faced hardship to get here, this evening might not happen again for a while. 

“Agh, we need something more suitable, allow me.” He went over to the music player and changed the wax carefully to a more upbeat dance, not quite socially ideal for this event but needs must and with one eye carefully aligned the head, losing your eye screwed with your depth perception and he had knocked over many a glass before be learned how to adapt after his injuries on the dreadnought. 

Lighter with a faster beat and more energy, he had done the best he could. The end of the world as they knew it made those silly social rules about the right kind of hat and suit seem small compared to staying alive. “That better milady, enjoy.” 

He raised his glass to Zoe who had proposed the idea and made his way over to an enlisted crewman looking out of place, it was for all not just those with a commission. He was entitled to take a night off, steward, attendant, crewman, whatever rank or role he chose to take. “That's quite the tale, Myself and Captain Carter were offered an idea, so we went looking, and we found a bounty to share with others.” The Favain Captain used an ash tray to knock some ash off his expensive cigar he and Carter had acquired earlier.

He turned a little more serious but placed a hand on the younger man's arm. “This night is for all of us, military,  civilians, officers, crew, we have survived and won our first battle together, it's safe right now, safe as can be anyway. We do not know when another chance will come and we are alive, so we celebrate it. My advice as a man who has come close.” He paused and gestured to his eye patch with a damaged hand. 

“Live, enjoy, get a few drinks, and take a night off. We can get our own drinks if we want one. You earned this celebration the same as all of us have, your off duty, get a drink, relax man. That's an order if you need it. Duty can wait till morning.” He tried to give him a chance, they would have hard times, tense times and dangerous ones. You had to enjoy the good when it came too or you would just break down or snap. Hopefully the crewman would let himself take the opportunity provided. 

He noticed one of the civilians enter, a former Police woman he believed he recalled and walked over putting his snubbed cigar away for later and his glass down. He was still sober and despite his damage, he had plenty of practice on the dance floors of galas. 

“Welcome mi lady to our humble celebration, would care to dance and celebrate our continued adventures. I had quite the lessons in the capital and can promise on my honour your toes shall remain unharmed.” He said offering his arm, deciding as probably one of the most senior present he should set a good example and set the tone. It was a time to celebrate their life for one more day. 

He could have a charm and charisma when he needed it, confident but this required a different kind to the steel of battle. Sometimes you have to prepare to fail and take it with good grace and to just roll on without letting it become a rut. But you lost every chance you never took. 


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