Who: Samir and Jack. Where: Mess hall. When: Right after this. What:Scorpion vodka. Rating: PG-13. Status: In progress.
Save from a few sleepy stragglers here and there, the mess hall was virtually abandoned. Not that Samir let the lack of privacy bother him and he was almost sure that once Jack got a few sips of this particular bottle of alcohol in her, she would feel the same way. Almost. Because first she had to dare drink from a five times distilled vodka steeped with the flavor of a real scorpion; the real kicker was that the custom was to drink the vodka first and eat the scorpion after. After grabbing two glasses, a plate and an ashtray from the kitchen, Samir nudged a chair out of position with his foot and finally sat down. One glass for Jack and one for him, the plate for when he got the scorpion out of the bottle. And the ashtray for his cigarettes. One thing was for sure - he'd be lucky if he got to his bunk safe and sound.
But why was he doing this? Just because. Sometimes, you needed to throw reason out of the window and just drink. Didn't matter if it was Tuesday or a Saturday. Sometimes, just sometimes, booze was the answer.