Eliza was not exactly sure what was so bad about Bretonian fashion - they were clothes, like any other. Perhaps it was something only somebody who was fashion savvy like Enma could really see it. She shrugged indifferently while her eyes focused on her glass of rum. I only packed for a visit, not for vacation. The girl put her index finger on the glass and started moving it in a circular motion across it's edge. The Sigmas are not too far, it wouldn't take me that long to visit Manoel. This reminded her, she was still technically in charge of the place and recent work had kept her away from it. Checking up on the station wouldn't hurt. Plus I don't really like staying too long here, place doesn't feel safe at all.
"Manoel sounds like a good place to make a stop." She looked closer when Eliza said about this place is not being safe. Did she feel exactly what Enma did or was it just a common sense? In any case she liked that they think the same with Eliza. Only thing that she couldn't realize is how she couldn't mention their mutual understanding before. Not counting their opinion on Bretonian fashion, of crouse. "So, eh, when do we moving out, Lizzy?"
Eliza gazed upon the bottle of rum. It's contents were far from being depleted regardless of the two girls' effort. Their glasses on the other hand looked like a more promising undertaking. Her eyes moved back on her companion. Well, we just started our drinks. Plus - would it be wise to fly intoxicated? Maybe we could stay a bit more actually? I just got here after all. Valdez was not the most responsible person when it came to self-preservation to actually decline flying after a drink or two. But at the same time something inside her made he want to stay here a bit longer and enjoy her time here with Enma. It was a weird feeling, one she couldn't quite understand. Perhaps it was the rum? No, that could hardly be it considering they just sat down with their drinks. The redhead took another sip from the sweet but stinging beverage. Besides - another hour or two here were hardly that much time after all.
Thinking a bit more, Enma nods, even though she's not looking too amused. "You do realize if we will start to drink here, it will take a long time. We can even stuck here for a week or something. I mean I'd not mind staying with here for that long, but there are too many fimilar faces around." Loyola kept silent for one more moment. "But alright, I guess. I will leave that up to you, but make sure I won't get bored. And please let's not disscuss influence of the neutron star in Omega-41 on the population of the Freeport 5 or other nerdy things. I want to R E L A X."
Eliza was surprised when her companion implied it might take them a whole week to get off this freeport if they start drinking now. Were they that bad drinkers? Did she imply a case of really bad hangover from this rum? The haunting memory of the Coalition vodka the redhead once tried months ago emerged as clear as if it was yesterday. It was a most unpleasant memory which she couldn't help but show by wrinkling her face in a shiver. Thankfully Enma's voice shook her out of this condition as the blonde's soft voice carried on explaining something way too specific to be thought of at the moment. Was Enma so bored that she had to resort to watching Zoner scientific documentaries about life in Omega-41 Eliza thought to herself?
Oh, Enma, what have those mean Zoners done to you? she teased playfully with a sly smirk. This could perhaps be used with an even better success than that calendar of Queen Carina she once send to her companion as a joke some time ago. Though now wasn't the time for such cruelty against her friend, Enma had been through a lot. But don't worry, I'll try to figure out something which both of us could enjoy. Perhaps we could enjoy some time away from people once we get off this place? I'm sure it'll be nice for you to finally relax from all your worries, you know? Maybe with the right perspective, Enma could actually enjoy Cambridge?
"Away from people? What makes you think that I am sociophibic now? I mean most of the people are digusting, but it doesn't make me want to live in some cave. You know I can just ignore people when they talk to me or just be rude to them so they piss off. But I would like to hear what do you have to offer. I mean with you I would probablt even try to rest at planet Leeds, if we had a good gas masks."
The remark about living in a cave amused Eliza into a short chuckle. She wasn't quite sure how caves and asteroid bases differed that much considering both were hollow rocks in which dirty people hid from danger. Both concepts if simplified enough could perfectly fit that description. This amused her further since the girl spend a lot of time on such an asteroid base in Tau-23. I never called you socio-pho-bic, Enma. she made sure to emphasize the way the word is supposed to be pronounced as 'phibic' really bugged her deep down inside and Eliza felt the inner need to correct this most vile mistake from her dear companion across the table. I just thought you'd enjoy a break from crowded places, that's all. As for what I had in mind, The redhead put a finger on her chin while trying to visualize all that tranquility in her mind. A villa. Somewhere on the outskirts of a not too busy town. A good view into the vast green fields of Cambridge. Maybe a bottle of aged Gallic wine too.
Enma sighed, she could not really think anymore. Her body is not tolerating alcohol well, Eliza knows that, but still always getting her drunk. "Drinking Gallic Wine in the heart of Bretonia? Well, I know that you are into perversions, but now you are breaking some limits, dear. But I mean whatever, I have no plans and I will trust you. Just make sure not to make Bretonians cry, we gonna be a guests after all." Loyola knows it's quite hypocritic of her, asking not to insult people. Still, she wanted Eliza to be better than she is and won't let her to fall as low.
Eliza answered Loyola's accusations with an expression best described as clueless innocence. Why exactly would she be mean to their hosts at Cambridge? Does Enma consider drinking wine a perversion? Was it because it was going to be just the two of them? Was this a subtle excuse to discourage Eliza from Cambridge? All these questions were processed by the metaphorical cogwheels in Eliza's head as she tried to figure out why exactly was Loyola so concerned about this. And then suddenly like a lightning from a clear sky the true reason her friend brought this up zapped the young girl's mind. The clueless expression turned into a dirty smirk as the redhead realized the true extent of this most vile transgression. What the Bretonians don't know won't hurt them, Enma! she snickered mischievously. Plus, do you think the Bretonian elite doesn't do the same with looted wine from the war? Don't you want to feel like royalty? she puckered her lips trying to look as innocent and childish as she can. This was the perfect hook, how could Loyola say no to this?