Ingrid
"Yeah, I would have thought that, too," she said, gratefully taking the beer. "And the answer is always to drink it all now. Fuck consequences," she declared, chugging the entire beer immediately. "Or at least, I think that's how the saying goes. Remind me of what your name is? Mine's Ingrid."
She put her weight on her back foot and crossed her arms, thinking for a second. "You know, that beer was excellent, actually. I think it's the best I've had in Halo. Do you import it, or do you brew it yourself? Is it aged in wood?" She felt her shoulders relax as the booze flooded her system, dulling the pain in her head. (Pain that would surely come back stronger, but oh well...)
