Room 423, Late Sunday night

Hoshi stumbled back to her room from Caritas, feeling buzzed but very, very good. This place was still so incredibly boring, but liquor took care of that and at least she had a private room. Maximilian must be good for something, she thought.

She even had a replicator, even though this model seemed a bit primitive. "Tequila," she requested, and the replicator provided her with a bottle.

[Door and post are so very open! closed as I'm going to bed.]