Rhade chucked at that suggestion, and took a large sip of water. "Thanks. You might have to. I've already passed out once today."

Talk about embarrassing though. First Harper hits him with a chair to wake him up out of his drunken stupor, and then he might pass out in a bar on a strange ship while drinking with a doctor. Harper was right. He chose a crappy day to explore self hatred.

"That's a good reason, but not while I'm drinking. My family's dead. My children. My wife. My lover. The entire known worlds have probably gone to shit and I was stuck in some hell hole I couldn't get out of. And now, it turns out I'm stuck in a different hell hole." Of course that had been his excuse nine months ago too. It was such a good excuse he couldn't help but keep using it.