With a shrug of indifference, Monty gulped down the shot of tequila Captain Taylor had ignored before turning in for the night. He slid the glass to Lacey, wished everyone within the room a good night and settled into a chair in the corner, listening to Mojave Music Radio until he drifted to sleep.
(I'd be for transferring to a new thread. We've racked up over 200 posts and I can see lag in our future. Brainstorm a name for this next adventure?)