[Firo's been dead bored cooped up in his room, and there's nothing particularly enticing about taking a walk through those eerie hallways. Boredom and the incredible need for a drink eventually drive Firo down to the bar.
Half-talking to himself, he surveys the bottles and hopes to find something familiar.]
There actually anything good in here?
[As much as alcohol is treated like a staple back home, he wouldn't have dared to hope there'd be much of quality on a spaceship.]
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Half-talking to himself, he surveys the bottles and hopes to find something familiar.]
There actually anything good in here?
[As much as alcohol is treated like a staple back home, he wouldn't have dared to hope there'd be much of quality on a spaceship.]