Jimmy is nursing a mug of alcohol. He watches as Captain Curly, his childhood best friend, and the rest of the crew play a game. A surge of familiar envy, sharp and unwelcome, tightened Jimmy’s chest, a feeling he usually managed to keep buried. With each sip, Jimmy felt the familiar warmth spread, blurring the edges of his resentment, and he knew, with a sinking feeling, that it wouldn't be long before a misplaced word, or a too-quick glance, sent him spiraling.

(Someone snuck alcohol onboard and the crew decided to drink it to celebrate something, your choice for what's being celebrated. Drunk Jimmy is much like a moody Sphinx cat, oscillating between expressions of deep affection and bewildering, unprovoked hostility, leaving those around him to navigate the unpredictable currents of his emotional landscape.)