Free Range Wine

*another continuation, as everyone seems to be on the planet... I
would join you, but i have no way to get there.*
Rosette closed the door behind her, locking it carefully. She looked
both ways down the corridor, hoping her cleaner look would deter
others from thinking she was a stowaway.
Now, instead of the slightly torn shirt, and overworn jeans, she'd
picked up an almost brand new copy of hers, a deep purple, with a
gold pattern across the left hand side of the stomach. She'd also
stolen a mid-length black skirt, short enough to be able to run in,
while long enough to stop... yeah.
She'd figured out that she now had almost free roam over the entire
ship, either everyone was dead (she hoped not) or they were all out
somewhere (a much better idea)
"Is anyone here?" she called, and darted into an empty room, with an
open door. Hearing no reply, she made her way further round, until
she came to an almost ornate door, by other standards.
"wow, this ones pretty good..." she said, taking almost ten minutes
to unlock it with probes and cards of metal. When it did finally
slide open, her jaw dropped in awe.
"oh my..." she said, tears almost in her eyes at the near perfection
she could see. Unknown to her, this was Seymour Niples' room, while
no one else would see this room for what it really is, Rosette could
see plenty of opportunity here....
For stealing.
She closed the door behind her, and picked up a bottle of wine, a
nice white wine, that was sat in a wooden wine rack. Obviously
expensive, the label read something she didn't pay much attention to,
apart from the year it was made.
1997.
"oh my..." she said, unable to resist pulling the cork, and breaking
the seal on it that had stood undamaged for over a century. She
lifted the bottle, and took a mouthful from it. If Seymour had been
here at the time, he would've been furious not only at her for
opening the bottle, but for the way she was drinking it.
Turning around, her new friend in hand, she eyed up the four poster
bed, exceedingly well kept, obviously made with the intention of not
sleeping in it for a very long time. She leapt onto it, pushing the
covers around, splashing wine over it, until she lay happily in the
centre of the gigantic bed.
"i could stay here all day." she said to herself, taking another swig
of the wine.
Staring up at the night sky painted on the ceiling, she lay there for
what seemed like hours, until the entire bottle was gone, and she was
ready to just fall asleep.
<might carry it on myself again, but consider it tagged if you want
to.>