Oh it had been a long day, and Revna had a sick feeling in her gut that things were only going down hill from there. She needed a drink, and she didn’t want to drink alone. That was a nasty habit. Of course who she’d rather have a drink with she couldn’t which just cycled the issue. Plus what she wanted to rant over would fall on far too understanding and eager ears. That made her smile.

There was only one person on board she really knew well enough to be willing to share a drink with. And unless her instincts had failed her, and that was something she was working through, that someone needed a drink more than she did. Grabbing a round bottle filled with a honey gold liquid. What she wanted was an amber filled bottle in a black velvet nag, but that wasn’t here either.

Minutes later Revna stepped off the lift down the corridor, and rang the chime on Cochrane’s quarters.

McKenzie, DA