Still in Orecrest...
Larek looks up from his half-half mug of vodka and air, noting the captain but refraining from addressing him. As he gulps down the remainder of his vodka, his chair tilts back and falls over, and his hat falls off of his head to land inches from Kate's feet. The usually common sound of another drunkard passing out would ring out obvious in unusual stillness.
(( Waiting on Brazzle to continue with Thaut's RP ))





