Wonderful. Well. The drinks are? Free booze is never not wonderful.

[Kara can't help but agree, taking the offered glass with a smile, possibly already tipsy herself as she then sits next to him, nearly falling over and unable to keep from laughing as she nearly spills the drink. Kara's longer hair that she has yet to cut again brushes her shoulders, half tangled in her own flower crown the natives gave her.

And if he does lean against her. Well. She has no complaints there. She's a bit happier, a bit feistier when drunk and a lot more open to drunken one night stands. All in the name of numbing herself. To escape from the hell that is her life. Her dogtags and wedding rings clink against the glass as she shifts, nudging him with an amused smile.]

Definitely more lively than our funerals back home.