ORIGINS: USS Hood September 2009: Difference between revisions

            Jack rolled over and groaned.  Apparently tequila and vodka didn’t mix.  Or at least didn’t mix as well as they used to when he was younger.  Swinging his feet around he dragged himself out of bed and headed for the sonic shower.  It was tempting to head down to the gym and indulge in a real shower with real hot water but the thought was too embarrassing.  The gym would be busy and he didn’t want the crew to see their commanding officer hung over.  Likewise he had no plans to head down to sickbay to have the doctor alleviate the pain.  It was a matter of pride.  Besides it wasn’t that bad, certainly Sean and Stile had to be feeling worse.