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Sep. 30th, 2020 at 7:05 PM
Who: Peter and whoever
What: Drink beer , shoot the shit, whatever
When: This evening
Where: Lounge
Status: In Progress
Warning: The alcohol appears to be flowing rapidly......Peter is giving relationship advice.... Danger Will Robinson, Danger.
Peter carried the ice chest full of beer down to the lounge and sat down in one of the leather chairs. Gamora had told him that a refrigerator was more than a receptacle for beer and soy sauce packets. She insisted they needed room for "healthy food" . He'd thought about storing the bottles underneath the seats in the cockpit and decided that even the remote possibility of the trash panda showing up , it was probably not a great plan to have alcohol and the controls to an intergalactic jump drive within close proximity.
He decided there had to someone in the tower who would agree, that pouring perfectly good beer down the drain was a direct insult to all that was good and just in the galaxy.
Eleanor walked into the lounge carrying a copy of the National Enquirer. She stopped at the chest, "These free?" At Peter's nod, she gathered up three and began to walk away, just as she was about to enter the hall she turned back and called out, "Mind if I ask you a question?"
Peter shrugged, "Sure, you're welcome, by the way."
"That ombré thing your girlfriend has? Is that natural? You know like does the upstairs match the downstairs?" Eleanor arched an eyebrow.
It took Peter a minute to parse what Eleanor was asking, he shook his head and replied, "I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but damn...."
What: Drink beer , shoot the shit, whatever
When: This evening
Where: Lounge
Status: In Progress
Warning: The alcohol appears to be flowing rapidly......Peter is giving relationship advice.... Danger Will Robinson, Danger.
Peter carried the ice chest full of beer down to the lounge and sat down in one of the leather chairs. Gamora had told him that a refrigerator was more than a receptacle for beer and soy sauce packets. She insisted they needed room for "healthy food" . He'd thought about storing the bottles underneath the seats in the cockpit and decided that even the remote possibility of the trash panda showing up , it was probably not a great plan to have alcohol and the controls to an intergalactic jump drive within close proximity.
He decided there had to someone in the tower who would agree, that pouring perfectly good beer down the drain was a direct insult to all that was good and just in the galaxy.
Eleanor walked into the lounge carrying a copy of the National Enquirer. She stopped at the chest, "These free?" At Peter's nod, she gathered up three and began to walk away, just as she was about to enter the hall she turned back and called out, "Mind if I ask you a question?"
Peter shrugged, "Sure, you're welcome, by the way."
"That ombré thing your girlfriend has? Is that natural? You know like does the upstairs match the downstairs?" Eleanor arched an eyebrow.
It took Peter a minute to parse what Eleanor was asking, he shook his head and replied, "I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but damn...."
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