>>9503151*Rabbit twitches a bit as her concentration from her phone is interrupted by the sound of smashing bottles. It takes a few seconds for her to realize what just happened.*
>W-w-what the...>W-where did all the Space Medicine go?!>...>And why does the floor suddenly smell like booze?*She looks around a bit but sees nobody. A bit intoxicated, she merely shrugs her shoulders*
>D-divine intervention from Jupiter? >N-no more Space Medicine I guess... *Rabbit frowns a bit.*
>Haah, but what do I drink now? >...>Better change clothes and head out to buy a bepis, I guess... >I need to talk with Lil Bro, anyway. 