Pete walked up to their usual booth with a tray of all their drinks, Alicia was following close behind with a tray of shots. “We have three beers!” He said, already a bit more enthusiastic than usual from the drink, as he began handing out people’s drinks. “Two gin and tonics, one vodka lemonade, a sex on the beach, and of course a root beer for Mr. Designated Driver.” He gestured to Riker. Alicia set down the shots in the middle of the table. She slid into the booth, Pete following, sliding an arm around her shoulders.













