Getting there.
Dammit, I was sure that everybody on the crew who knew how to throw together a still was off with Budi. I was able to stop them from making hooch during the job — rush deadlines and moonsshine don’t mix — but slushfitters will drink. We’ve already gotten people blowing off roll call, and what am I gonna do about it? Job’s done, and I already used up the make-work stuff. I’d stop running roll call altogether if Ilga hadn’t pointed out that we’d want to know if somebody missed it two days running.
Ehh. She’s not wrong.
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Yeah, she wasn’t wrong. Most of the missing crew showed up for next roll call, looking green and bleary-eyed, but we got three missing. Two from yesterday, and one more today. Let’s just say I’m not surprised that these three went out on a bender, either. I just want to know where they’re getting the booze. At this point I wouldn’t mind having a snort of the evidence myself.
