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petty_dabbler) wrote2021-09-01 03:59 pm
petty_dabbler) wrote2021-09-01 03:59 pm
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Things were going swimmingly. He'd pissed of Fin, hurt Fawn, and gotten a reprimand for smoking in his quarters. They weren't even worth smoking, the awful cigarettes the replicator gave him, but he did anyway- and more recently with his life in shambles.
He'd come to Forward for a drink and a bite, but mostly the view. There wasn't a lot of outside in space, so being able to see the stars was exciting.
John sat at the table at the edge of the viewing window, sipping a gin and tonic because at least that tasted right, and he let himself lose himself in thoughts of the present, the past, and against his better judgment, the future.
He'd come to Forward for a drink and a bite, but mostly the view. There wasn't a lot of outside in space, so being able to see the stars was exciting.
John sat at the table at the edge of the viewing window, sipping a gin and tonic because at least that tasted right, and he let himself lose himself in thoughts of the present, the past, and against his better judgment, the future.