“Fuck…” Heywood leaned back in her chair, shotgunning her 12th can of beer of the morning.
“Hm?” Leary asked, sprawled on the office couch, munching on a family sized bag of chips.
“I’m craving a juicy burger…”
“Huh?! You?” Leary asked in shock.
“Y-yeah… I don’t know why… go get me some…”
Leary nodded, and posthaste willed herself onto her feet and waddled towards the cafeteria.
Heywood would finally eat something made on base.











