"What," Cathy said. "I have a pair of five's. Somebody must be lower than that." No, a pair of five's is the lowest hand," said Kristen.Cathy looked a...round at all the other hands on the floor until she was convinced it was true. She shrugged her shoulders and stood up. She removed her bright red belt, then unbuttoned her dress and stepped out of it, revealing a white lacy bra and a half-slip. Cathy's dress had been lose fitting around the chest, but as she handed it to Betty I could clearly see. ”So we are friends now?” she inquired.I smiled back and responded, “I hope so.”I lifted a glass to my lips and drained it in one long drink. She did the same and then drained her second glass. Putting the empty glasses down she reached for mine, took them both, and drank the full one. Then she asked for some refills. I went and refilled the drinks, all four, and returned to find Angie sitting next to Toni. Huddled close together in deep conversation they ignored me for a moment before turning. “Perhaps I can help, then? I only have my meager skills to offer, but surely I can prove a more able partner than that scarecrow, no?”Alistair turned and stared at the elf, who withstood his gaze, unflinching. He certainly had wished for something more ... satisfying than destroying a training dummy, but he didn’t wish to hurt anyone. On the other hand, the assassin was an able combatant, and if anyone was capable of withstanding his pique, it was the elf. Seeming to take it as agreement, the. Meals were prepackaged and quickly became monotonous. Finally, because of the water limitations, hygiene became minimal at best. After a year of eating the same food, with two other, often obnoxious, crewmates who never bathed, it became an excellent way to go crazy. And the main reason they needed pilots.Then there were the hiring halls. If you were a guild member in good standing. Which meant you were up to date on your dues. You could put your name on the list. And depending on the job, and.