At her mention of actual frozen foods, Marcus perked up and crossed the room to her, switching his handfuls of canned food to cradle them in one arm while the other hand went to pluck the chicken legs. He turned the package over in his hand, examining it for a packaging date. Finally finding one, he clicked his tongue and shook his head, handing the package back to Blue in apology. "We might wind up with salmonella. Generally you can only keep fresh meat frozen for up to a year," he explained as he plopped the canned food he'd picked up onto a countertop. He slid his backpack off of his shoulder and started to fill it up.<br/><br/>"So what's good slumber party food?" he asked, referring to his and Blue's new hideaway as he sauntered his way back to where he'd found the canned food and other non-perishables. He picked up random assortments as he listed them off. "Let's see, we've got... Delicious and wholesome MREs, only the best for the Sovereignty's finest," he joked, waving one of the canned ready-to-eat piece of shit meals that the government insisted on feeding their military. "And more evaporated foods; some dried fruit crisps, some jerky strips. And... what's that?"<br/><br/>In the corner of the pantry, hidden behind a stack of MREs, the dim light that came in from the kitchen reflected off of something glossy. Marcus stepped further inside the pantry, shoving aside the military rations and reaching for the something-glossy. His fingers tightened around the neck of a bottle, the shape of which Marcus was entirely familiar with. "Holy shit." He turned at the waist and held the bottle of whiskey up so that Blue could see. Slumber party food, indeed. "You drink liquor?"<br/>__________________________________________<br/><br/>Russell looked... exhausted, for lack of a better word. Jenessa spared him a pitying look; Russ was, if nothing else,<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>a man that one pitied. However, she couldn't help the pang of guilt in her stomach as she sat beside him, wrapping an arm around him to drag her nails lightly up and down his back. "You didn't let me finish," she told him, but there was no sharpness to her tone. Instead, it rested somewhere around 'apologetic'. "Earlier, about Lex."