Jacques slouched at the bar, his third glass of whiskey dangling from his fingers. The neon-blue liquid sloshed as he raised it to his lips, downing half in one gulp. Beside him, Eugene sprawled across two stools, his lanky frame barely contained by the cramped space.
"Fuck this shit," Eugene slurred, waving at the bartender. "Another round, you rusty bucket of bolts!"
The android bartender's face panel flickered with annoyance as it slid two more glasses their way. Jacques caught his, but Eugene's clattered to the sticky bar top, spilling a good portion.
"Nice going, dipshit," Jacques said.
Eugene flipped him off, then slurped the spilled liquor directly from the bar. "Not wasting good booze 'cause of your sass, Jacquesy-boy."
He rolled his eyes. "It's whiskey, Gene. Tastes like piss and battery acid."
"Yeah, well, it's all we can afford now that we're on unpaid leave," Eugene's voice took on a bitter edge. "Fucking Chief."
