"See, that's why they give me authority over the drunks," she deadpanned. "I'd be too effective at getting rid of all this bullshit otherwise." She sometimes lay awake at night trying to think of ways she could be better and do more and whether or not she was encouraging the system by being an officer. At the end of the day, she always came to the same conclusion. There wasn't much she could do in her position, but there was a lot more that she couldn't do without it.
"You'd make a pretty good Hooch," Beckett added with amusement, snickering as she shook her head. "But I think I'll pass. Wouldn't want to give the locals the idea that just anybody can sit on it, after all."
"Is that so?" She had to admit, she was surprised. "Didn't know they made more that thick-headed." She hated to see anybody enslaved. A part of her thought about hiding him, but that would only get both of them into more shit then either of them were capable of handling. Besides, Seifer wasn't in immediate danger from a crazed and abusive master. Just some stubborn kid who was a product of the world they lived in.
"The drink sounds more feasible than the hermit thing," Beckett gave in, figuring it couldn't hurt. "Long as you don't start a fight at the bar."