FFM3: Mistake, Retakes
She was standing on top of a table, and that's all that registered to Baal. This lady, in her too tight corset with fraying strings, and flowing well-worn sleeves was standing on a table, screeching at her. At her. Baal didn't even know her name, but the entire establishment sure knew that this space pirate was really, really fond of Baal's "stupid pretty face with the shiny cuffs and weird shit in your hair".
Baal did not know what to do about this. Not at all. They did not exactly teach how to deal with very, very drunk space pirates in Hell's Academy. In fact, she was sure her instructor was rolling in his shallow grave about this whole thing.
Lucifer handed her another shot- and Baal took it, because she really needed it right then. She took the shot, downed it, and to her own amazement, met the very drunk space pirate on the table.
And took her drink. She clearly did not need that anymore, but Baal sure did.
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