Evan fixed Bentley with a look as if he were surprised, but the transition to the wide-eyed expression was too smooth to be honest. "What's with this sudden reluctance, doc? You were pretty into it last month."

'Last week,' of course, referred to the infamous bar-going adventure-slash-disaster they had (unwittingly) participated in the last time they had docked here. 'Infamous,' of course, referred to the fact that somehow the rumor that the good, prim doctor of the First Circle had turned out to be quite a rogue under all that gentlemanly behavior had spread throughout their inner ranks like wildfire. It was by pure (bad) luck or chance that they had circled around to this part of space so quickly and opportunities to unwind and relax rarely came so frequently. What else would they do but take advantage of such a case?

"And this time, Vi's not even here to put a damper on things," Evan continued with a laugh, suggesting that despite the obvious sibling bias he had, he was not at all disillusioned regarding the character of his little sister. All in all, the two of them were a great deal more low-key than they were during their last visit. Evan wasn't even in his normal uniform-issue jumpsuit. He might have even convinced Bentley to forgo a vest.

It was, indeed, a fortuitous night.