Who: Julia and Logan What: Waking up in the middle of the night, Julia decides to drink. Where: The bar When: Middle of the night between Feb 8 & 9 Rating: Nightmares from PTSD, language. Will update as needed.
Julia woke up from a nightmare. Though the cold sweat and shivering wasn't an uncommon occurrence, it was still uncomfortable. She ran her hands over her face, got up to see how hollowed out she looked, splashed some water on herself and combed her fingers through her hair, deciding that was good enough to go get herself a drink in the middle of the night.
Perhaps someone had cigarettes. She thought about using the network to ask, but Q probably wouldn't be impressed and Eliot was... Well, he got really drunk after they spoke and Julia felt a little responsible for that. Then again, it wasn't like she thought it was a bad idea, either.
If the ship didn't want people drinking, it wouldn't provide free alcohol.
Though it was night, there was just enough light to help her find her way. She padded barefoot, not having bothered with even that much. Maybe she'd grab a bottle and go. Except, when she found her way to the bar, Julia sank into one of the seats and deflated with a sigh. She tapped her fingers on the bar top anxiously and pointed at a bottle of whiskey.
"Two fingers, neat."
Maybe she could take a tour of the top shelf stuff. Even drinking the cheap stuff cost an arm and a leg in New York City bars.