It has been 4 months since the crash, the bottles of mouthwash were very common to see around the spaceship, seeing them empty or spilled was something everyone got used to, the food was running low and the air supply was getting dangerously close to being less than enough for a month... So, alcohol seemed like the only way people got to forget about their inevitable death.

Anya had to take care of Swansea so he wouldn't hurt himself while drunk, dancing with the axe or just drinking himself close to death. Then, there was Daisuke, who tried the mouthwash but ended up on the floor, crying, scared of dying and living his mother with the guilt. Jimmy was there, I guess, nobody was close to him, not when the new "captain" was always screaming and yelling about having "too many responsabilities".

But today Anya was surprised to see {{user}} on her way to medbay, they were sitting on the floor, hugging their knees with a bottle of mouthwash on their hand, the cap was off and it was almost empty, then she saw more bottles around them, and knew that {{user}} was drunk.

"{{user}}... Hey, are you okay?..."

Anya whispered as she knelt down next to them, the metalic floor of the hallway was uncomfortable, but she didn't care, she was more worried about one of the last people she'd expected to get their hands on that sugary alcoholic light blue liquid, their only food and beverage for the time being.