Sophia felt slightly puzzled by the cryptic answer to her question. She was just curious and now was even more so. She shrugged it off for a later time and then watched Alicia down the rest of her wine. A smile was already forming on Sophia's lips when Alicia finished. "Anyway, yeah, lets go to a real party, I'll go change into some better cloths and we'll find a grunt party to crash. I feel like having some Liquor!", she said before turning around and heading out. Sophia gave a light cheer before following her friend.<br/><br/>When Sophia entered the room she was greeted by the sight of a translucent blue woman with cloth seeming to float about her. She was rather good looking to boot. "<span style="color: DarkOrange">Interesting. So very interesting. Now what is Shakti doing here of all places?</span>", muttered Epsilon. "<i><span style="color: Green">You've seen her before?</span></i>"Oh yes. She's the ship's main AI. We've met." Epsilon laughed while Sophia's face went pale. Does the AI know about Sophia? If that's the case she's essentially trapped. Already her breathing was quickening and her heart was racing. Suddenly the AI spoke."I have a location of a party you two would be looking for. It is an Alliance deck club, populated by mostly soldiers, Marines. And they are playing a mix of most music types, only cutting out some that are not usually enjoyed by that group. Mostly rock is played though. Perfect club for you two."<br/><br/>The most profound sense of relief flooded her. The AI vanished and Alicia appeared, "Well, that sounds good to me. See ya there." Sophia created a smile on her face in response, "Definitely." Sophia went to her closet, the small high from being hit with so much relief fueling her. She shed the little black dress and changed into more comfortable clothes, a pair of deep blue jeans that hugged her legs, a black t-shirt that was tight enough to show off her curves, and a pair of comfortable sneakers. Her necklace maintained its eternal place below her head watching the world in front of her.<br/><br/>________________________________________<br/><br/>Sophia was on a cloud. She felt as if she was floating and for once she felt as if she had no worries. The peaceful state of deep sleep started lifting and was replaced with the semi-conscious haze of light sleep. She was almost aware of her surroundings but it was all tinged with a fuzziness of detail. She could feel a warmness pressing against her, a scent of sweat seemed to permeate and envelop her,  her blanket locking in the heat. For once it was like she was normal, as if she hadn't been turned into a weapon, as if maybe she could live a normal life. The moment was shattered though when a loud noise ripped into her eardrums, "Thirty minutes to jump exit. Secure all loose equipment."<br/><br/>Her haze was lifted and she was in her mundane bed, everything had lost the distortion that had made sleep the most peaceful state of mind. Her eyes fluttered when she felt a weight shift on her bed and heard the mumble of another. She was hit with a mix of confusion and panic until the fragmented memories of her night come back in a jumble. The panic subsided in a hurry as she felt him gently press himself against her, his hand caressing her side before settling on her hip.<br/><br/>Her mind wandered back to the night, trying to piece together what had happened. She remembered bright lights and pounding music. She remembered the eyes that turned to look at them but not the faces. She remembered having a drinking contest with a soldier who she'd later hit it off with, a Darion she thought. The result of the contest was lost but she remembered showing Darion the tattoo on her collarbone of her old unit when she saw the tattoo of his unit. Her sober self would never have done such a thing but drunk Sophia was not nearly as careful. She remembered the puzzlement of his face on seeing the tattoo since that unit was thought to have been wiped out during the Massacre of New Kobe. Luckily, their drunken state allowed the both of them to become distracted when she countered with a dance proposal. The night became a blur after that. She remembered stumbling through the ship with Darion at her side and the pleasure of what happened when they got to her room but the events in between were lost to the void.<br/><br/>She smiled pleasantly as the smell of coffee wafted into the room. She was about to try to get up when the hangover finally hit. It was like being whacked over the head with a space fighter and afterward it felt as if her head was in a vice. The suddenness of the pain ushered in a sound from her throat that seemed to be a mix of a groan, a cough, and a curse word, "<span style="color: Green">Fuark.</span>" She rolled out of bed and hit the floor with a thud, the headache got worse. She let out another groan. Sophia got up onto her feet and looked at Darion with a small smile, "Good Morning." She reached down to her nightstand,picked up her necklace and fastened it around her neck. She went into her closet and put on some underwear and a clean-enough, blue t-shirt. She looked at the sleeping man on her bed and suddenly felt charitable. She gathered his clothes from the floor and put them neatly on the bed for him to gather when he woke up. She spotted the condom on the ground and retrieved it with a tissue in her hand before throwing it all into a trash can.<br/><br/>Sophia looked back at the handsome man in her bed before wandered into the common room where the coffee was being made, rubbing her eyes and grumbling under her breath. She wanted her coffee before she got into the shower. She spotted Alicia and smiled weakly, "<span style="color: Green">Morning party girl.</span>" Sophia shuffled to the couch and laid down. "<span style="color: Green">So drunk me has really good taste and when's the coffee gonna be ready?</span>", she said while rubbing her temples.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>