Ashes looked curiously at the bottle of brandy. It wasn't her thing... but when the Boss offered her a drink, she didn't turn it down. Call it polite, if you will. She helped herself to the bottle of Brandy, and poured it into her glass.
"Thanks boss." She said, and brought the glass to her lips, and drunk it in one gulp. Ashes coughed and cleared her throat, the drink was stronger than she had anticipated. She winced slightly, the taste still lingered in her mouth.
"It's strong.." She said weakly. It wasn't what she was used to. She quickly poured herself a new glass of sake and drunk it to wash down the taste. Ashes yawned and stretched her arms above her head. She had only just woken up, and had already drunk four glasses. If she planned on getting anything done today, she'd need to slow down. But then, the Navy had put a damper on her spirits lately. She didn't much feel like flying at the moment anyways.
Ashes glanced quickly over her shoulder, there were quite a few new people in the bar that she had never seen before. She figured they might not be local. Ashes turned back to Sylpheed, who had been speaking of their money woes.
"We might need to organise escorts for those transports." She suggested. The convoys were pretty vital, after all, for supplies.
"If the Navy keeps intercepting our convoys, we might have to get our supplies from theirs." She suggested.
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