Set Me Free, After Three Days In The Ground
When Fi left Michael's place at 5am, she'd been intent on going home to sleep in her own bed. She still smelled vaguely of accelerant, her hair was singed, and her nerves were well and truly fried. Michael's little melt down didn't help clear matters up.
It occurred to her that life in a war zone was far easier to deal with. Get up. Get moving. Stay alive. Accomplish the mission. Don't die. Get back to base. Drink. She had got herself up and moving before Michael woke up, got herself on the road.
Now all I need is a drink.
That was her last coherent thought before the door to Milliways appeared. Well, it was almost like going home for a shower and a lie down. Only here, she could get the drink first.
She slides into a barstool and lays her hands on the smooth wood. Here we go again.
[ tiny savage tag : Fiona Glenanne ]
[ tiny hideous hawaiian shirt tag : Sam Axe ]
[ tiny shoe phone tag : Max Smart ]
It occurred to her that life in a war zone was far easier to deal with. Get up. Get moving. Stay alive. Accomplish the mission. Don't die. Get back to base. Drink. She had got herself up and moving before Michael woke up, got herself on the road.
Now all I need is a drink.
That was her last coherent thought before the door to Milliways appeared. Well, it was almost like going home for a shower and a lie down. Only here, she could get the drink first.
She slides into a barstool and lays her hands on the smooth wood. Here we go again.
[ tiny savage tag : Fiona Glenanne ]
[ tiny hideous hawaiian shirt tag : Sam Axe ]
[ tiny shoe phone tag : Max Smart ]