"I'll drive. I'm going to stay sober for today. AND I'm armed, so i don't think i should be drunk and loaded at the same time."

: Guess you won't be wanting this then.
She knocks back her second shot and starts coughing again.

: You do realize that the Deltan shot glass has evolved to suit Deltans, right? And you're what, a hundred and sixty centimeters and fifty five kilograms?

: You know, that didn't occur to me.

: And you just swept back two in the course of five minutes.

: I did, didn't I.

: Right, well, you're in for a fun night.
Yukamo takes her holster off and hands it to Tippy.

: You had better hold on to this.
"[Sure it's not your throwing arm that's malfunctioning?]"
I toss another dart towards the bullseye.
Your dart lands on the inner 8, just outside the bullseye.
The dim ceiling light near the table flickers. His glance that way reminds him he is sitting next to the Raiden pilot he had ran into during the simulation. He flushes with embarrassment at not offering a greeting, hopefully concealed by the poor lighting. "Oh, hey Ilona."

: Hello.