As Lance got dressed, the next boarding, he remembered the gala it was fun. He got to try something called a root beer and it was enjoyable. He didn’t drink all that much, but at least his ferret Astro got to meet some new people.

On his way to the missile, he saw a couple people, rubbing their shins and rubbing their feet. There was dancing, and there were some people who could not dance farewell, so it was usual that some stepping on the feet happened. Some people were luggage because of their late night it went into and the after parties.

Lance spent his day taking care of the unfortunate injuries from the gala and the after party drinking

Dr. Lance Nightingale (Medical Ensign)