"Ha, well, I don't have any other plans," Shira finished the last few dregs of her drink, "but I'm bad with commitment and frankly, I'm not sure I'll be conscious. Speaking of....Hey Ceres," Shira caught her as she walked by to get Kaz's order, "get me like..two more of these while you're serving Kazzy here. They're good." She lifted her glass, shaking it. Her speech hadn't started slurring yet, but she did almost drop the glass. Ceres just lifted an eyebrow.<br/><br/>"Your suit might be stain resistant, but vomit's a bitch to get out of the carpet. You puke on anything, you're both cleaning it up<i>and</i>paying extra." Ceres walked away, pointing an accusing finger at Shira. Shira just stuck her tongue out in response, and turned back to Kaz.<br/><br/>"It was..your sister, right? Is she your only family on-board?" Ceres came back with their drinks, and Shira started sipping at hers, though slower than previously. Her one left eye blinked from green back to it's normal color. She gazed at the bar, examining a gaggle of businessmen hunched in the corner. "I don't have any siblings, and had to leave my parents back on Earth when the convoys launched. I was the only one out of us that got on-board, right after I graduated high school. I hope their lives were good, but it's pretty late to be considering that now. With time dilation and all, they're probably long dead. How about yours?"