As she watched the bartender pour the two rows of shots, she let her right hand slide down to a small unnoticeable "bump" between the seams of the right leg of her flight suit and pressed it. She felt the small prick of a needle on her skin and she knew that any alcohol see drank would now processes through her system like water. It was a shame, because she was enjoying her buzz and replacing the mechanism meant she would have to spend a future evening sowing in a new one and she hated sowing.
She picked up the first shot and turned to look out the observation window.
"You see that bright star right out there?"