Kyla

...traces...
Her memory was patchy, but since she kept falling asleep again
anyway, it probably didn't matter.
...drink...
There had been a lot of alcohol involved. Specificially, a rather
potent combination of Tia Maria, Black Sambuca, Midori, and -- for
some reason -- apple and strawberry juice. Kyla recalled that the
resulting combination had looked rather like swamp water, but that
hadn't stopped her drinking it anyway.
Her last night. Last night where? She couldn't remember that part,
but she had been assigned to a ship. And then alcohol. Yes. And
then... more alcohol... yes, Kyla, get on with it... and then... ye
gods, she'd decided to play in an escape pod, hadn't she? Bellowing
all in good cheer to her newfound bestest friend ever (whatever his
name had been) that she'd be back as soon as she found a corner shop
that'd sell her a packet of crisps.
...smeg...
Kyla blinked at the lid of the escape pod, which was stasis-sealed,
and yawned. Technically, she wasn't supposed to be awake. The pods
weren't supposed to activate until she ran into another ship. But
she was awake... maybe there was another ship...
She rolled over and buried her face in the hard, vinyl-covered
pillow. Just five more minutes...