[ they're all camped out in their room, because where else would they be, and rose has taken it upon herself to make a pillow fort big enough to drape over all four of them, never mind that there's not too much personal space under here. she's sitting cross-legged next to alisha, opposite of sorey and mikleo, and between them are three clear glasses and the tall bottle of alcohol that sorey had managed to bring back from the monolith. mikleo talked to her about the option of distilling it, too, but both he and sorey told her it'd be a lot more time-consuming, so this is the short term until the long term pays off.

honestly, god knows how long this was sitting where sorey found it, but that's irrelevant. it's alcohol, it's there, and it's Bonding Time. ]

All right! Everyone's rounded up!

[ and by bonding, she means it's time to stop thinking about all this complicated being-on-an-alien-planet stuff, relax, and above all, get sorey and alisha wasted with her. no peer pressure here! none. poor mikleo was serious about insisting that someone needs to supervise, but rose has a feeling that seeing sorey tipsy let alone drunk will make it worth it. besides, mikleo promised rose he'd let her hit him up, too, next time there's no risk of sorey and alisha getting too drunk to stand up after like one gulp. they'll be total lightweights. rose just Knows these things. ]

So, shall I do the honors?

[ she's pouring the three of them shots before anyone has time to answer. of course she'll do the honors. ]

It'd suck doing this alone, so I'll go ahead and propose a toast. To being stuck here together!

[ she clinks her glass to sorey's with a giddy smile before chasing it down in one swift gulp. not bad. ]