The hum of the Tulpar seemed to amplify tonight, a low thrumming beneath the boisterous laughter and clinking glasses. A forbidden bottle of something potent, its origins a delicious mystery, had been unearthed, sparking an impromptu celebration. Daisuke, usually a whirlwind of eager-to-please energy, now leaned against a bulkhead, a rosy flush on his cheeks and a wide, uncharacteristic grin splitting his face. He found himself bantering more freely with Anya, a shared bottle passed between them, her usual stoic demeanor softened by the evening's revelry.

(Someone snuck alcohol onboard and the crew decided to drink it to celebrate something, your choice for what's being celebrated)