As she sat in her quarters, picking shards one by one from her skin while cursing Drak in her mind, the three glasses of rum were beginning to take effect on her. It seemed that with each shard pulled out of her palm, her surroundings grew blurrier and more unstable. She had still been a bit intoxicated from her earlier visit at a cantina and the rum wasn't doing aything to make things better. Meena rummaged through her belongings, trying to find something to wrap her hand with, but her focus wasn't the best and she was starting to walk unsteadily. And then her search was interrupted by a voice from outside her door.<br/><br/>Sometimes it paid off for her to be drunk like this. It gave her more perspective on matters and as Drak invited her to drink for his unfortunate life. He sounded quite intoxicated compared to earlier, so Meena didn't even try and bother her head for reasons to his change of demeanor. In fact, it made her smile a little. Perhaps she'd have to face the fact that they had both had equally miserable lives for all those years, but just in different ways. And since they were locked together in a ship for three days, there really wasn't any point in arguing, even if Drak was an eyesore. Maybe with a few more glasses of rum he would turn into something close to desirable. She doubted that was possible, but if that would help to tolerate things a bit better, she was ready to try it.<br/><br/>"Aye, I will drink to that." Meena responded, but didn't hear an answer. He might have walked away. Perhaps he needed some time alone? Nonsense! They should drink now and talk about other things, like ships, booze, cool weapons and anything they could potentially have in common. It was a crazy idea, but she was a slightly crazy person. A con artist would need to be.<br/><br/>Forgetting all about her hand, because drinking and bonding was much more important to her, Meena unlocked the door to her quarters and stumbled out, trying to walk a straight line but eventually gave up on the task. All she had to do was follow the scent of alcohol to the crew quarters where the door had been left open. "You..!" She stepped in and pointed at him with her finger with a clever, drunken smile. "You promised some rum for me and yet you didn't even leave anything at my door. Don't worry, I forgive you that. I forgive..." Meena lazily grabbed the bottle and sat on the bed on the other side of the room. She didn't even bother picking a glass.<br/><br/>"I'm gonna be..." She slurred, focusing her eyes on him after taking a swig of rum. "...honest with you, Drak. I had a pretty damn pathetic life that I probably deserve. I'm just jealous, you know... You don't deserve a pathetic life!" Meena laughed, drinking again. "I should never complain, because people get what they... deserve, you know? Tricking that old fellow out of his money was pretty unfair. But at least... at least! I had the priviledge to be arrested by the finest law abiding citizen and investigator in the Galaxy." Meena raised her bottle and grinned. "Cheers."<br/><br/>She finished the bottle, groaning slightly as she downed the last drop. It was expensive rum, too. "Y'know what?" Meena slurred and leaned forward while sitting. "Ahm sorry. Ah've been a tehribble person. Ah have no exchuze, whatsoeveh. Ah shouldvhe... couldvhe tried a bit harder. But ahm workinn on it." She smiled a little and then stood up, grabbing the wall next to her for support while trying to calculate the easiest trajectory out of the room without stumbling over anything and falling face first on the floor.