Seems like she has company. He continued to the common room, where a handful of men were snoring. A few were propped up on the tables; others had passed out underneath them. Between Ike’s wake and the celebratory revels, Queensland had been liquored up a lot lately. Cook was the only man who looked remotely sober, so Jael headed for the herbal teapot. He wasn’t ready to face Dred in any case; he still had to figure out what he was going to do about what had happened with Vix and Zediah. The taller man greeted him with a jerk of his chin. It seemed to Jael as if he was always around. Does he ever sleep? Silently, the chef poured him a cup and raised his brows. “You’re playing bartender?” The other man shrugged. He considered unloading his troubles but he didn’t know him well enough to be sure he could be trusted, and the sort of vague advice he could receive without telling Cook everything made it seem like a waste of time.
