((The White Lion, Docks, Iana Station))
Meidra wasn’t drunk, not really. Certainly, she was feeling a bit euphoric, but that could be explained by the fact she was on a shore leave and hadn’t once been involved with security or trips to the brig. This was a pleasant change of pace for the newly minted medical officer, and she was going to enjoy the ride for as long as it lasted. At the moment, that meant, getting another drink, something called a White Russian. Closing her eyes as she allowed the liquid to flow down her throat, she felt a kinship of sorts with whoever had created such a drink as this.
She was shaken out of her reverie by Bryce’s voice.
Tagren-Quinn: Uhh, I think— restroom.
Meidra opened her eyes to see a somewhat nervous officer glancing around. Could that she-devil of an ex-girlfriend have shown up again? Meidra scanned the perimeter, but did not see the woman anywhere. Still, she’d keep her eyes peeled for anything shiny that came near her friend.
Loxley: I think we passed some facilities as we came in.
Sirin: Should one of us go with you?
Tagren-Quinn: I’ll—I’ll be fine. I’ll be right back.
Sirin: We’ll be right here, waiting…and drinking. ::signals to a waitress:: Much drinking.
After a long while, the medical officers seemed to remember something. What it was, Meidra wasn’t sure, but it was important. She thought.
Loxley: Hey, Where’s Bryce?
Sirin: The restroom, although I’m certain no one needs to rest as long as he has.
Loxley: How long’s he been gone?
Loxley: Okay, okay… I’ll go check the toilets. ::he stood up a little unsteadily:: It might take me a while. But when I get back, I’m totally going to show you my Hero Landing.
Meidra gave him a look of doubt. They were already down a man, who was to say another would not soon disappear.
Sirin: Will you remember how to find your way back to us?
Loxley: You’ll have to wait and see!
He disappeared into the crowd and Meidra decided to keep watch over Namura, lest they too disappeared into the night.
Lt Meidra Sirin