Tree- being Tree- had done the same, doing her level best to keep up with her dad. She'd done a decent job of it, if she did say so herself and she was three sheets to the wind by the time they got back to Jack's ship.
"Captain Dad said I can drive her any time I want, and I live with him, so you go ahead, Freddiekins." Triesta hiccuped, giggling as she fell into the plush leather seats in her dad's ship, Chernobyl.