"You!" said a faint voice, sounding a lot like Meena. But it couldn't be Meena because she was mad at him. Looking up he saw the woman sitting on the bunk bed across the room, drinking. He was no longer holding onto the bottle of rum. He still held his now empty whiskey cup, but there was no whiskey bottle.<span style="font-style: italic">How did that happen?</span>He thought to himself.<br/><br/>"You have rum! I love rum!" he said ecstatic. "Not as much as whiskey. How'd'u get that? Pour me a glass." He put his glass out, still lying in bed. Realizing he was across the room from her, he got up. Standing was not a good idea as he felt the drunkenness take over him. He had a lot of toleration, but he hadn't eaten anything after his shift, and he downed those glasses very fast. It was starting to hit him hard. So he sat back down.<span style="font-style: italic">This bed is comfy,</span>he thought to himself, realizing it must get softer with time. He lay down flat.<br/><br/>"I might have over-stepped things a wee-little bit back there," he told her, trying to drink from his empty glass. "I dun apolugize thou. It'd be bad fer muh himage- mage- imayge. You know whah I means."<br/><br/>She was now being honest with him, while she drank from her rum bottle. It was strange though, she was telling him how unfair it really was for her to steal that money, then went on to make what he could have sworn was a compliment. This made him wake a bit as he raised himself up. "Well you're right as well! I heards you talking to Cyn. You grew up in tha life. What choize did yuuu have? When it's all yuh know. It was one of the proudest days of my career, when I caught the best con artists in the galaxy! If the empire wasunt in control, Ida had a promotion!"<br/><br/>He looked up at her, giving her a drunken grin. This was probably the first time they were actually talking, and she seemed somewhat tolerable. Of course he could have been imagining it all, it was hard to tell. He tried to drink from his empty glass again. However now that things were calm, and she didn't hate her at this particular moment, he noticed how beautiful she actually was. It was obvious why she was such a good con artist, as most rich men would fall head-over-heals with striking blue eyes like those.<br/><br/>His head was so comfy on the pillow. It was a long day, a long shift, and now all he could think of was sleeping. He drank his empty glass again, and his eyes closed.<br/><br/>An alarm suddenly blared, and the whole ship shifted, throwing Drak out of bed; he tumbled onto the floor. "Why is the room moving?" he yelled. Looking around he noticed he was on a ship. He shook his head looking around for Meena, she just made it out of the door. "Whaz goin un?" he asked, trying to regain his composure. In his drunken state he started to realize. "Are we ut of hyperspece?"