"One more for the road," Spook agreed quick enough. As far as bad decisions went, a second drink wasn't up there with jumping between moving motorcycles on a freeway. And even then she'd come up trumps. She glanced around the room again, the pair off in the corner plotting who-knew-what and old one-eye a few seats over from her, it didn't look like anyone who was going to try and jump her if she got a bit tipsy. Her new hand shot out the moment the glass was refilled and she was bringing it to her lips in an instant. Too fast it turned out, she doubled over the bar in a coughing fit, the booze going down the wrong way.<br/><br/>"Ah... shit," Spook wheezed, taking a steadying breath. One day's vacation from The Dreg and she was out of practice already.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>