Carter lounged on his couch in his apartment at the Aquabase, watching ESPN when he heard a knock at his door. Opening it up, he saw Dana leaning in the door frame with two glass and a bottle of bourbon in her hand.
"Hey Carter, can I buy you a drink?" she asked in a cutesy way. She wants something, Carter thought. Dana hates bourbon, but that's my favorite brand.
"Sure, come in," Carter said as he gestured Dana to his couch. Dana sat down and poured two glasses. "Cheers."
"Cheers," Dana replied as they clinked their glasses. Carter did his best not to laugh as Dana tried not to make a face as she swallowed the bourbon.
"Alright, what do you want?" Carter asked as he leaned back on the couch. Dana blushed slightly.
"That obvious?" Dana inquired. Carter gestured toward the glass in her hand. "Fair enough. I have a question about your arrest."
"Dana!" Carter groaned. Dana raised her hand.
"Carter, if you're so ashamed of that night, explain your response to the general?" asked Dana. Carter sighed and took another sip of bourbon.
"Honestly, because it was nice to let loose," Carter said quietly. "I've always wanted to be a hero like the firefighter who saved me, but I know that everyone thinks I'm perfect. I sometimes feel that along with pressure I place on myself, people place pressure on me to be perfect. While I know I messed up that night but when it was over, my men were proud of me. I wasn't this Mr. Perfect, but one of the guys."
"You are one of the guys, Carter," Dana smiled as she squeezed his shoulder.
"Yet, you guys still see me as the 'Patron Saint of Lightspeed'," Carter pointed out.
"Getting tossed into the drunk tank does seem out of character," Dana replied.
"Maybe, but it was nice to a little bad," Carter chuckled. "I guess what I'm saying is that I'm not proud of that night, but I'm not ashamed of it. That's why I reacted to the general like that." Dana took another drink of bourbon but made a face making Carter laughed.
"You are a unique man," Dana choked, making Carter laugh even harder.