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[ She smiles at the comment and then nods in agreement to his toast before downing her drink. The alcohol's making her feel warm now, cheeks a little flushed. It's nice. ]

That might have to be my last one for a while unless you really do feel like carrying me back to my room.

What, you don't want the best piggyback ride back to your room?

[ Eyeing him for a moment, October grins a little wider than she normally does. ]

It has been a while since I got one of those...

Well I give the best, you know. My sister used to claim that.

[Though she used to say he was the best at everything.]

In that case-- [ She slides her glass towards him since he's still got the bottle. ] Fill 'er up.

[He laughs and fills the glass.]

Well I didn't know you'd be that easy.

Don't go spreading it around, alright? I don't need the entire ship to know. [ She tilts the glass back towards her once he's down pouring, inspecting the liquid for a moment before downing it as well. ]

I'm good at keeping secrets--lucky you.

[He grins and takes another drink, starting to feel a tiny tingle, finally.]

Very lucky me. [ October's past the tingle, though she could walk if she needed to. She sets her glass down on the bar again, fingers tapping against the side. ] You know, if we're not careful up here, we're all going to end up with alcohol poisoning. Or severe liver damage.

Wouldn't that be sad. They find us adrift years later. Think we died in some epic battle, and nope, just alcohol.

[He laughs at that. It's a bitter laugh, but hey, it's a real possibility.]

[ The sound she lets out is almost amusement, but it's not quite there yet. ]

You think our bodies would last long enough for somebody to actually find us?

Who knows. I mean...

...I guess all the weird creatures might eat us.

I've always wanted to be someone's dinner. [ Though it's not particularly funny, October actually does laugh this time. Probably harder than she should, truth be told, and she's not sure if that's because of the alcohol or because of the stress and exhaustion. ]

[Alex laughs with her, despite the morbidity of it.]

Hey, at least we'd be serving a purpose, right?

And what a great fucking purpose it would be. [ Except for every way that it's not. Pushing her glass aside, October rests one arm on the bar top and then rests her head on top of that arm. ] I'd rather be destined for greatness in another way.

Like I had any doubt.

[Alex nudges her gently.]

[ She grins a little and nudges him back with her free elbow. ] You never know, alright? There could be somebody out there that's sick enough in the head to actually want that.

Well too bad. I'd kill them first.

[He smiles.]

I'm pretty dangerous, I swear.

I'll keep that in mind if I ever need a bodyguard. [ Which isn't really out of the realm of possibility here.

She moves to sit up again, gripping the bar for a moment. Now that she's let the alcohol settle, it's hitting her harder than she'd expected. ] I definitely think it's time to throw in the towel.

[He holds back a laugh and pushes off.]

Well, then time for that ride, right?

[He turns her back to her, looking over his shoulder.]

Hop on.

[ October stares at him for a moment, an amused look on her face. ] I didn't think you were actually serious. [ But she's not going to turn it down.

It takes a moment for her to actually hop on, partially due to the alcohol and partially because thanks to being very nearly drunk, but she eventually gets settled on his back. Her arms wrap around his neck and her legs wrap around his waist. ] I'm not choking you, am I?

Of course I was.

[He grins and wraps his arms around her knees as he shifts his weight, testing to ensure that he could handle it. laughing, he shook his head.]

Nope, I'm good. See? First rate service here.

[And he starts out.]

I hope you're not expecting a tip when we get back to my room. [ Her hands spread out slightly against his chest, fingers drumming lightly against his sternum. ] I don't have any cash.

Well lucky for you, I work for free.

[He bites his lip, shifting her slightly as they walk. This has to be one of the stranger things he's done on the ship...but he actually feels pretty at home. Reminds him of stupid shit he'd do in high school.]

You don't want to say that too loudly; people might not realize you're talking about piggyback rides.

She grins a little but when he shifts her, October leans forward a bit, though it's impossible to catch his eye while on his back. ] If I get too heavy, just tell me. I promise I won't go psycho on you for calling me fat or whatever.

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