WHY ARE YOU DRUNK?!

"The FUCK dude!?" screamed Nyota for what was probably the 7th time by now.

She was fucking pissed when James called her begging her to help him back to his place since he was so god damned wasted. Now she had to play babysister and drag Jame's drunken ass back to his living quarters. This was NOT something she had in mind and she was half tempted to tell him that he was on his own but... well if something happened to him then it would have been her fucking fault then for being a irresponsible friend now. AND WHY WAS HE DRUNK? He way WAY too young to be out parting and drowning in booze.

"I mean... the hell! You called me while I was in bed chilling about how you got yourself drunk and need help back to your place? God damn it James... I should fucking slap some sense into you if I wasn't supporting you with my only hand. Grrr... you better not make a habit of this or swear I'll just turn you in the next time I hear you got yourself buzzed."

After her rant, Nyota took in a deep beath and calmed herself. As she adjusted her grip so that James could better lean on her, Nyota darted a nasty looking glare to her drunken friend.

"Really... why hit the bottle. I'm all for sticking it against society but you my friend are WAY to young to be hitting that stuff."

Nyota looked her friend with concern on her face. He was being a really mopey drunk and talking about things that she was no way qualified for to discuss. But she was going to have say something now wasn't she?

"Dude... we need to get you a hobby or something. Life's shitty but it doesn't mean you have to live a shit life. Look... we are both fucking garbage but why should we let that define us. So enough with your crazy drunk talk and just live life okey dork? Its only going to get worse for you if you let be that way."

Nyota looked out to the street and sighed, still having her friend lead on her shoulder as she keeps an eye out for taxi.

"How are holding up dork? You aren't going to barf on me now are you?"

"Hee... okey. I know that its just the alcohol talking but thanks. The only people who tell me I am a great person are my parents, my therapist, and you. I don't know what you all see in me. Most days I can't even spell my name right." laughed Nyota.

As her laughter subsided, its replaced be uncomfortable silence as she listens to her talk about his past. It was a subject that he had always avoided until now and Nyota wasn't how to make of it a first. People have never relied on her for emotional support and she wasn't sure if she could comfort him but she had an idea of what to say to him.

"James... your being hard on yourself. I dunno if you really deserve the things that happened to you but pickpocket or not your life is your. Your meant to live for yourself, not for others."

Nyota continues to look out for cab that she could throw James into, he was starting to feel a bit heavy for her even if James looked rather scrawny.

Nyota's eyes widen for a moment, she always suspected that James ran away from this Garett person but she never expected that he actually KILLED him. She always thought James to be a bit too reserved to do such a thing and here he was crying over the death of the prick whole made his whole life miserable.

"Oh come on dork... you don't have to cry over it. From what you told me the asshole had it coming. I mean... everyone says that diplomacy is the answer but... sometimes you gotta action against those who think they have the right to put you. So instead of crying over it, be proud of fact fought back against your oppressor and his injustice. I mean... isn't your life so much better with him dead and gone? And what about everyone else under Garret's thumb? Surely they and the rest of world is much better off without Garett."

Nyota grows silent for a second as she quietly wondered if what she was saying was actually helping her friend. Heck, he might not even remember this conversation considering how buzzed he was.

"Listen... I can tell this has been a touchy subject for you but know that I support your decision. Its not an easy one but it had to be done."

Nyota, let out huff of air, and looked over to her friend with a sheepish expression on her face.

"So... your going to be okey now right?"

"Jesus James... even if there was another way it doesn't change that whats done has been done. Our purpose in this world is not to understand life but to live it. How did Picard phrase it... umm... live now... live now and... make now the most precious time for it will never come again? Was that how it went? Eh... basically... don't waste you life dwelling over things that could have gone differently. You only live once so make the most of it. We all make mistakes... I mean... like at me.

I blew off my own arm like an idiot but I don't complain about it... at least now anymore. Sure it was tough lose and and there are days that really wish I have good old lefty but... it would be a waste of time to spend the rest my days arguing with myself over something that I can no longer change. So stop being an idiot and help me hail taxi."

With that Nyota shock her head and scanned streets for a cab. She may have sounded annoyed with James, to which she is, but she still cared about his well being. Afterall... who else will she have her at Starlight to hang out with or watch Netflix with?