Lucas stood up from the bed he was in in medbay. Then he hit the floor. "Ugh," he muttered, putting his hands on the floor and attempting to stand up. He got himself situated, holding onto the bed. Then he attempted to stand again, and hit the floor. "Doc, what's wrong with me?" he asked.
"You're drunk. You're too drunk to drive, and yet you were driving, and you're lucky the seaQuest heard your emergency beacon before the police did or else you'd be sitting in jail right now nursing a hangover.
"Oh man, I wrecked the Stinger?"
You did, and I'd be shocked if Nathan ever let you drive it again anyway."
"I probably deserve that," Lucas said aloud while thinking "now I'm stuck on this submarine and can't even have a social life?"
"You absolutely deserve that," Kristin told him. "I wouldn't even feel bad for you if you were in that jail cell."
"You'd feel a little bad," Lucas argued.
"Maybe a little, Lucas, but what you did? You're supposed to be smart. This is the dumbest thing I've ever seen you do. It was irresponsible. You could have gotten killed. You could have killed someone else. A child even. Then what? Then there's nothing anyone could have done to keep you out of prison on manslaughter charges. Lucas, you…" she stopped as Nathan walked in the door.