A sputter, a groan, and a curse to the galaxy heavens rattled the walls of the Aloha Oe. Traveling mid-space was a down right awful place to run out of gas. If one was oh so fortunate to experience such a thing, panic would usually set in, especially upon realizing how truly vast the galaxies were. It was easy to feel insignificant, puny, and more alone than a person ever had the capacity to feel in their lifetime. Yes, it was true. Even more so if they were the only miserable person on the ship. Today, however, was not the day for such sensations and emotional experiences. No way in hell.
More curses of frustration were grumbled and hissed as the search for spare gas began.
"Of course we can never keep the freaking gas in one spot," a female voice chided in agitation and sarcasm.
The source of criticism came from you. A young woman with an astonishing small patience capacity, this particular day would call for grounds to say it was non-existent for you. It was alm