Libby you're going to be the death of me. In a good way.
Lalochezia - Eva Shepard and Rosalind Hex:
Eva hadn't even heard Rosalind walk in, as engrossed in her bottle of whiskey as she was. A datapad lay forgotten in front of her, forgotten in favor of the alcohol that was numbing the pain from the war that was threatening to consume the galaxy. Eva looked up at the redhead, the Commander's synthetic red eyes blinking wearily as her brain registered who it was.
"Figured you might need some company, Shitpard." The former pirate said, holding up a bottle of Russian vodka. She sat down beside Eva, uncorking her bottle and taking a swig. "You look like hell, bitch."
"So... so do you. You... fucking... whore... pirate." Eva slurred, her whiskey bottle tipping precariously.
"Not half as bad as you, you piece of shit." Rosalind grinned, and for a moment, the stress from the war was forgotten.