Coming down here when she’d been drinking was never a good idea.
Eris walked down the corridor in the bowels of the station, heading for the storage units. This wasn’t a civilian area, so she didn’t have to worry about watching her back or some asshole trying to pick her pocket. Most of the light-fingered crowd on the station knew that trying to lift anything from her would result in broken fingers and a stay in the cells. Still, every so often a newbie would try something. Right now, she wasn’t in the mood. Anyone who crossed her would likely end up with more than broken fingers. Much more.
She only passed one person on her way down to the units. Tucked behind the lowest of the docking bays, the corridor had a lovely view of the sweet f**k all that was space. For a moment, she paused by
