[center][h1][color=8493ca]Eric Fenris "Wolf"[/color][/h1][/center]

I watch Captain Chris as he moves over to the empty bunk to take out a few things and sit down. Lea jumping up onto our bed at the same time. She spins around a couple times before flopping down, her tail wagging as she looks at the new man. I pet her head a bit before leaning the mop against the wall and sitting down on my bed as well. I listen to Chris as I absentmindedly scratch Lea's head. My eyes narrow when he pulls out a bottle of red wine and a couple of shot glasses. Then he proceeds to ask me if I'm a drinker and shows how he has liquor stashed inside his coat. I give another lopsided grin at seeing this. At least this guy isn't some stiff assed officer, and knows how to win a guy over. 

"I don't drink that fancy wine shit, but I am known to partake on some of the darker stuff," I say with a chuckle as I pull out my bottle of whiskey from my bag. I pop the cork off the top with my bionic arm and take a quick drink before plugging the cork back in. The harsh liquid searing its way down my throat was a welcome and refreshing bit of pain. Which was cut short when Chris casually asked me for my life story. The hell is wrong with this guy? He was starting to be cool, being laid back, and especially bringing booze on this tub, but asking something like that out of nowhere? That's just weird. 

I cough a bit, holding my bionic hand to my mouth as I did. Then i look at Captain Chris. "My story is my story. You want to know about me well then here it is." I take a long drag from my cigar, blowing the smoke up to the ceiling before continuing. "I'm a grunt. You brass assed officers tell me to kill people and I do it. You need boots in the mud and I'm the one for that, but other than that don't expect me to give a rat's hairy ass about any of your orders. Alright? Want anything else go ask the Pink-Haired-Princess for my dossier." I end it with another drink of whiskey before laying down on the bed and smoking my cigar.