The past few months had been rough. Your severance package turned out to be worthless in the wake of post war inflation, and even in one of the supposed seats of Pact Joint Command you couldn't find a stable job. Trying find work outside the Pact was nearly impossible with how destroyed your reputation was with the Raihan Empire.

One drink turned to three quickly, and soon you were telling anyone who would listen about the hardships. The undue, unjust, and entirely of no fault of your own, hardships.
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Make a choice. You are currently a little buzzed, but a few more drinks shouldn't hurt.

>Complain about having to moonlight in the pharmaceutical industry, and getting no thanks. A bump couldn't hurt.

>Decry the squalid living conditions you've had to endure, despite your charitable work at the local clinics. Pound one.

>Rail against Solei, who is an unimaginative prick. Take a shot.