Gideon didn't know whose idea it was to ship down several cases of hard liquor to the surface but he had to admit that he liked that line of thinking. All of these expectations about their little colony created a sort of tension that had permeated the camp. Sure there were some people who took it in stride, got excited, or at least found it all amusing, but for the vast majority this all felt like a little too much.
The first desperate measures of roofies and punctured condoms had gone over about as well as a lead balloon and Gideon wasn't sure what all Frank said to the fancy folks up in space but there hadn't been a repeat of that order so he assumed they had gotten the message loud and clear. The booze was like a gesture of reconciliation, one that might actually work.
Day drinking still wasn't socially acceptable so festivities kicked off as soon as the suns set low enough in the sky to pretend that it was fully night time. A bonfire had been set up and there were a few spits with meat roasting on them. A communal table was loaded down with food and there wasn't a bottle of water to be seen.
Aside from the mixers, everything was hard liquor. Even Gideon might be able to have a good time tonight.