“Did you take the painkillers?” Asked a green Falleen as he looked in the refresher’s mirror and untying the band that was tightly securing his long black hair on the top of his head. Glancing to the side of the mirror, he could catch just a glimpse of the human female sitting tiredly on the end of his bed.
The young woman stifled a yawn and plucked a piece of lint off the old blue tank top she wore. “Considering you practically shoved them down my throat, yep.” She grumbled, “You do know I don’t actually need them, Spits.”
He snorted and let his hair down. “Both Kitt and I disa