Once she had her pants on, Ariel continued down the ship's passageway. Turning onto a branch of the corridor, she ignored the looks she got from the usual heavy foot traffic of the ship. No shoes or sock, no bra...hair all a mess...it wasn't like her at all. People always teased her that she showered in her uniform.
Wiping at the tears, she hated feeling this weak and uncontrolled. Why had she drank last night? Her mother had warned her against it many times. Athena...she wasn't even on the pill! What if she got pregnant? Maybe they didn't have sex? Her panties were still on...but she felt...not any different, but certainly sticky down there.
Reaching the hatch to her bunkroom, she entered and headed straight to her bunk. Pulling open her locker, she ignored the curious or concerned looks of the other pilots in the room. Grabbing a clean set of skivvies and uniform, she kneeled down to grab a pair of boots and socks from the bottom of the locker.