The next person to join the crew in the dining area was Chase Brannigan. When he was sober he was one of the finest rangers to be found, and while at this precise moment in time he<em>was</em>sober but it was so fresh one could still get the smell of cheap whiskey on his breath. His hat was resting on his golden hair, not out of a matter of style but to keep some light out of his eyes. He had no head for light. Not today. Otherwise adorned in a simple brown t-shirt that clung too his well formed chest and a pair of clearly well used grey jeans, heavy boots that had stepped on a fair few heads clanked against the floor. "And how are all my crew mates on this fine....day?" Was it day? Was it night? Hard to tell. Chase hadn't checked the time in he didn't know how long.<br/><br/>Regardless he fetched himself a little water. That was all he wanted, no food or nothing, just some water. Being an alcoholic meant you had a fair idea how to handle your hangovers, although his personal favorite method to prevent a hangover was to just not stop drinking. Taking a seat with the others the ranger took only the most brief of moment to glance around and see who was present and who wasn't. There was Kaylee....she was a<em>really</em>upbeat mechanic. Not the worst trait to have, and if him being on the ship meant there was an extra person to do dirty jobs and save her from doing then he was glad. There galaxy could be a crappy place when it wanted to be, someone being upbeat was worth protecting. Then there was Natasha, he wasn't all that sure what she did...but she walked confident and she was certainly a gunslinger. She had that walk that suggested she was used to the weight of a gun hanging from one side. There was Jayne, like Kaylee he was one of the ships more veteran crew members and from what Chase had seen thus far, he was most certainly a man he'd share a drink with. There was...similar stock in the two of them.<br/><br/>Then there was River....a younger girl then should be living the kind of life they were having, and she was a strange one. But the more experienced folk on the ship seemed to trust her well enough and for now that was good enough for him. Last but most certainly not least was Reena....Mmmm Reena. If he was a wealthier man. Regardless, Mr. Brannigan took a deep sip from little tin cup of water before putting his head down and breathing in deep through the nose. Never again.<em>Yeah right</em>.