A picture from the past came slowly stealing As I brushed your arm and walked so close to you Then suddenly I got that old time feeling I can't help it if I'm still in love with you.
Drinking Ganymede Gin almost immediately after coming down off the juice and a long 15G burn was probably the last thing the crew needed to do, but dammit, they needed to honor Miller. Crazy son of a bitch, but you had to admire what he did. Holden and Naomi had left first, because that wasn't at all suspicious, and Amos had vanished somewhere else, saying he had to go fix something. Like his girl needed fixing. She purred like a kitty through all that they'd put her through. She was the best girl he'd ever been with.
Singing to himself as he walked through the corridors wasn't an unusual sight. He was conducting with the bottle of gin, barely looked at where he was going, he knew the ship so well by now. He certainly didn't notice when things changed.
It was only the when he crashed to his hands and knees, narrowly avoiding smashing his bottle of gin that he realized that something was wrong. The urge to throw up was almost overwhelming, but he held onto it, barely. Amazing how surviving throwing up in your own space suit meant how desperately you tried not to throw up at other times. But it felt like someone was standing on every one of his muscles, and why the hell was it so bright out there? A part of his brain itched with the knowledge that he was on Earth, experiencing Earth gravity, but it was ignore in favor of the struggle to get back onto his feet. Sure, he looked drunk, but for once, it weren't him. "Whoa. What in the...?" He hauled himself up, squinting at the suddenly bright light. "Uh... Hoss? Naomi? Amos?" Even Prax would have been useful now, even if he was a little obsessed.
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As I brushed your arm and walked so close to you
Then suddenly I got that old time feeling
I can't help it if I'm still in love with you.
Drinking Ganymede Gin almost immediately after coming down off the juice and a long 15G burn was probably the last thing the crew needed to do, but dammit, they needed to honor Miller. Crazy son of a bitch, but you had to admire what he did. Holden and Naomi had left first, because that wasn't at all suspicious, and Amos had vanished somewhere else, saying he had to go fix something. Like his girl needed fixing. She purred like a kitty through all that they'd put her through. She was the best girl he'd ever been with.
Singing to himself as he walked through the corridors wasn't an unusual sight. He was conducting with the bottle of gin, barely looked at where he was going, he knew the ship so well by now. He certainly didn't notice when things changed.
It was only the when he crashed to his hands and knees, narrowly avoiding smashing his bottle of gin that he realized that something was wrong. The urge to throw up was almost overwhelming, but he held onto it, barely. Amazing how surviving throwing up in your own space suit meant how desperately you tried not to throw up at other times. But it felt like someone was standing on every one of his muscles, and why the hell was it so bright out there? A part of his brain itched with the knowledge that he was on Earth, experiencing Earth gravity, but it was ignore in favor of the struggle to get back onto his feet. Sure, he looked drunk, but for once, it weren't him. "Whoa. What in the...?" He hauled himself up, squinting at the suddenly bright light. "Uh... Hoss? Naomi? Amos?" Even Prax would have been useful now, even if he was a little obsessed.
This was bad. This was real bad.