"At least she didn't explode anyone this time." Ashley cracks a cocky little smirk.
"It was one time!" You wipe your bloody nose with a piece of napkin. "I'm better now!"
"Uh huh. You listen to weird radios that spout out random garbage. I'm pretty sure you were also talking to those voices in your head."
[SIXTH SENSE] "Or, well, a certain one."
[CAPTAIN'S AUTHORITY] "Maybe." You say in a way too masculine tone of voice. "So what?"
"Ah! Screw it. Let's drink to a mission well done!" Vincent stops worrying about what's going on at this point.
"To the best month of my life." You hold your drink up. Everyone else raises their drinks up (even if the table's too awkward in shape for a proper toast).
"Cheers!"
You've spent the last day (which feels like MONTHS) with these people so there's no real need to go into long winded discussions about your personal issues or their thoughts; I mean, you'll see them soon enough. They're all coming back tomorrow.
The night begins to pass by in a blur. Even Gabriel, who you thought would've been a teetotaler, is getting completely sloshed. The festivities can't be TOO extreme this time around since you all have to go to work tomorrow but for a moment, no one has to worry about anything.
People can just drink and chat about inane shit with each other. Casey is gibbering about all of the cool things she's going to buy with the Base Assault rewards. Clover loudly complains about the poor quality of the beer here compared to his place.
Ashley and Vincent moan about how they wish Ashton was here to start a fight. Something about how bad the music here is? It sounds like super generic jazz to you but it's completely harmless.
Benjamin's loose lips babbles a bit too much about awful horror stories he had with certain patients. Everyone begins to heave when he describes a 'fistula the size of his head' in a patient.
Max's already passed out. She's a lightweight, what can you say? Kiara is being the responsible person here and is keeping a watch on here so no one gets any idea.
You drink and chat with everyone until the bar closes up for shop. Everyone stumbles out of the bar and after some quick pleasantries and promises to contact you tomorrow, you're all by yourself. It's been so long since you've had a moment to exist as, well, yourself.
>Everyone has left the party!>-3 ICP SYRINGES, one left just in case. You don't know what it did to Casey but it did SOMETHING, right?You head over to your car. It feels oddly empty without a small army's worth of people gibbering inside of it. You turn the radio on to hopefully fill the car with some sweet, sweet noise.
https://youtu.be/vbBH-GlQKOA - PROTOTRONICS
Oh, god no, not that. Something else.
https://youtu.be/brZ_WBEzw6E - LAST RIDE HOME
There we go.
You're not actually going to drive all the way back home: The City is MASSIVE. Your car's fast but they're built for intra-district travel, not inter-district travel.
