[D5, EE, mech bays, open] Fix the mechs, fix the pilots

[Snorri Tycho]

Bruun nods knowingly at Snorri. "Folks who had a bad day get more than one. I reckon your day was plenty bad. You care much what I pour for you?"

"Get me something dirty in a clean glass. The clean glass is optional." He slumps into a chair.

"I think I took 10 years off my life, which sucked, except for the alternative was losing all of them"

[Colette Rupelle]

Colette chuckled. "Nah, Bruun , unless you have whiskey." She giggled. "I am fine and really didn't need much patching up." She looked at Karlotta and giggled. "Besides you guys really had it rough." She nodded. "~At least we all survived!~"

[Snorri Tycho]

"For once, meat was saved and not the metal. I'll toast the that if someone gets me a knullar drink"

[Karlotta Roth]

"I know the recipe for this one. Good man Brunn, please hand me the bottle."

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun, not fancying himself a bartender at all, happily gives Karlotta the indicated bottle and pulls out a couple more empty cups. He had apparently taken a noticeable supply from the mess hall.

"Got bourbon right here, Colette. It'll spice that drink up just like any other whiskey." He raises the open bottle toward her, raising his eyebrows to see what she'll do.

"Oh, and, Andrea there?"

[Karlotta Roth]

Karlotta takes gladly an empty cup and some of the bottles. She starts to mix the drink by taking the grain alcohol bottle and pouring in one shot, two shots, three shots. She wasn't raising the bottle again, so it probably would be too much alcohol... five shots of alcohol now. Well, she did say that she wasn't much of a mixer. She shook the cup a little before putting it back on the table, finishing the cup with another shot of the same bottle, and nudging it on Snorri's direction with a slight smile.

[Gillian Chow]

Gillian Chow stopped by the impromptu party a little late. Her hair was damp, as though she were fresh from the shower, and she wore shorts and a T-shirt instead of her usual mechwarrior outfit.

The small woman stopped at the edge of the group, as if unsure of her welcome. "I heard there was a get-together tonight?" Gillian said, a little hesitantly.

[Andrea DeTroyes]

Andrea waves off the drink, "Still not out of the woods yet. When these fanatics are dead or gone, I will celebrate." She ignores the compliment. "We are down two Mechs. I know the pilots were recovered from radio chatter. How are they doing?"

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun waves Chow in. "Step up, have a drink if you like. My rule is one to settle the nerves before battle tomorrow, but no more."

To Andrea's question, he points to Snorri and continues, "Unless you had a bad day. Then you get an extra. Still fine tomorrow, but a bit of help getting to sleep."

"Mister Abs, how do you feel about that Davion PPC?" Bruun is genuinely interested in his opinion of the strong drink.

[Snorri Tycho]

"Ok Roth, I'm actually pretty impressed at that. You can hold your drink." Snorri decisively picks up a whisky bottle and takes a glug. "But none of you here had the day I had and I have a steel liver and screams in my head to quiet."