Share Your Troubles (G)
"Is that all? I'm running from Space-Nazis with a black leather fetish," muttered John into his beer.
"Snap. Led by a psycho-babe with a grudge?" replied Roj Blake, doodling on the bar-top.
"Check. With a handful of criminals and misfits for company…."
"Yep, on a stolen ship, with a mind of its own…"
"And no armament...?"
"You got me there, John. You win."
Just then Aeryn leaned across from behind, enveloping John's shoulders in her arms and kissing his cheek.
"No?" asked John raising an eyebrow.
"No," replied Roj, sadly shaking his head.
"Then you win. C'mon babe, let's split."