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Leaning against the side of the entryway, Carol dangled the 4 litre bottle to prove her story. Her mismatched eyes were glassy and she had a lazy smile on her face.
“That was fast.” An older Starfleet Acadamy sweatshirt encompassed most of her smaller upper body, slumped mostly to one side with her right shoulder exposed. Moving out of his way to allow him entry, she motioned vaguely to ger mini kitchenette area.
“I feel bad…nothing left to share, at least of the hard stuff. I have wine if you want that? But thanks for coming over anyway.” Without much grace, she fell onto her couch with a laugh before straightening up enough to be sitting upright.
“What has you up this late besides errant PADD messages from your crew?”