"So, do you guys mind telling me where we're going?"

Sitting in the back seat of the human vehicle, snug inside his test tube he watched as Captain Vir's three brothers exchanged grins turning down another long-dark roadway as the last rays of the setting sun sunk behind the mountains.

Today had been cold, very cold, but sunny. The distant star had lit the snow on fire making it nearly impossible to look at as it sparked and winked from out the window. Krill still couldn't fathom how human survived on such a hostile planet, but to each his own he supposed.

They pulled up another roadway, "Little brother, it has come to our attention that we have committed an egregious oversight of brotherly protocol."

Vir tapped his fingers against his arm impatiently, "And, what is that?"

They turned up another street lit on either side by glittering storefronts and a single glowing neon sign.

Vir glanced out the window and groaned, "No guys, seriously."

The car pulled into a parking lot, "Yes seriously, come on, last time you were home for an extended period of time, you weren't old enough to drink."

Thomas, the second youngest brother, elbowed him playfully in the ribs, "And, I hear ladies drink free on Saturdays."

Vir moaned and dropped his head against the seat in front of him.

Jeremy turned around, "Come on little bro, don't tell me you're still afraid of girls."

Vir crossed his arms angrily, "I am not AFRAID of girls. I just....."

"Just what? Come on Adam, have you ever even kissed a girl?"

He crossed his arms, "You know in all the commotion of, I don't know, being famous I completely forgot."

They eyed him from the front seat, "How about guys because we can..."

Vir glowered from his spot in the back seat, "I want to make out with another guy as much as I want to make out with you, and I would rather eat off my other foot than kiss you."

Krill watched confusedly from the back seat. He didn't know what a lot of these words meant. Drinking clearly meant something more than its usual meaning, and he wasn't particularly familiar with making out or kissing. No one had bothered to explain that to him. Though the indication that human females might be here made him curious. As far as he knew, humans didn't have a mating season, so he wasn't exactly sure how the two groups met each other.

Jeremy popped open his door flooding the car with light, and with protesting Vir was dragged from the car with Krill in tow. "If mom finds out what we are doing, than we are so dead."

David frowned at him, "You're not going to go n' tattle on us, are you."

Vir locked his lips angrily shut and followed his brothers into the warm- stuffy and mildly cramped room. The volume was raised to a dull roar as music played in the background, and humans laughed raucously. Vir set down the container and let Krill out. Krill kept at the man's feet as they moved across to the bar through a sea of bodies.

All around humans held drinks. They were louder and even more aggressive than usual.

Was their coordination off?

The oldest brother Jeremy leaned himself up against the bar. Vir followed with a grimace sliding in next to his brother and helping Krill to stand on a stool. By now they had attracted the attention of most of the bar, and the room suddenly went silent. "Hey, Adam." An older man waved at them from across the room. Vir grimaced and gave a small wave. The man turned to the rest of the bar, "Well don't just stand there goggle-eyed, clap for the man. Not every day you get to thank a man for his service in a space war."

The bar erupted in sudden cheers, and Vir grimaced even harder a tinge of red sneaking into his neck. Krill examined the humans close by picking out the females. One of them smiled at Vir from down the bar. The red on his neck rocketed up into his face, and he turned away hurriedly.

"Captain? What is this place?"

Instead of the Captain, Jeremy answered, "This my fine four-legged friend, is an establishment of debauchery and good times." The bar tender had moved across to where they were standing.

"Four Flaming Dr. Peppers please."

Vir rolled his eyes, "Come on Jeremy. Do you really think that's a good idea?"

"Yes, while we're sober."

The bartender eyed them, "You're not going to try to drink it WHILE it's on fire are you?"

Jeremy frowned, "it's like you think I'm stupid or something."

The man shook his head alright. He came back with his tools and krill watched mesmerized as the man filed tiny glasses with various liquids and then a larger glass about halfway. He didn't expect what happened next as he began lighting the surface of the small glasses on fire. He jumped back a bit nearly falling off the bar stool but Vir steadied him. The female humans were still watching from the side and Vir seemed to be trying very hard to ignore them.

By the time the drinks were ready the man seemed desperate for a distraction. Together the brothers lifted the flaming shots into the air as a toast, extinguishing the flame and dropping them into the larger cups before downing the contents in a single go. Krill looked on in shock and horror.

Why did humans always have to light things on fire? It seemed excessive and very unnecessary.

They dropped the glasses back onto the counter with the older brother ordering another round of drinks.

"How do you light in on fire?" Krill wondered, only to learn that the drinks contained ethanol, which was actually a type of poison that could cause severe change in mental status in humans as the body desperately tried to rid itself of the poison. Symptoms were supposed to include confusion, reduction in motor function, blackouts, upset stomach, and a lack of reasoning sills.

The humans were drinking poison to celebrate?

As the night grew darker, this only became more and more clear. The four human brothers slowly grew louder, more rowdy and less coordinated. Krill was nearly knocked off his stool on more than one occasion. As the shortest, Thomas was the first to exhibit slurred speech, flirting hopelessly with the group of humans down the bar. They laughed at him, and allowed for his antics, but he was much too drunk for them to interact with him.

An already animated person, Vir grew even more animated with reduced brain function. By then he had a small group of people gathered around him as he old stories of his exploits in space. Krill was pretty sure most of it was heavily exaggerated, as he didn't recall any twenty foot tall alien pirates that had attempted to take their ship. However, inebriation didn't make him any better with the female humans, and as soon as one sidled close, he nearly fell off his chair, and made some lame excuse about needing to pee before stumbling away towards the bathroom.

Krill kept his spot on his stool. The bartender leaned against the counter next to him and in that curious way that humans had, he offered krill a drink, and asked him where he was from. Krill declined the drink, but the human seemed to have all his senses intact.

In fact many of the humans came up to talk with krill. It was a terrifying and fascinating experience. All the filters and locks a human kept on themselves was completely gone under the influence of alcohol. They said the stupidest things and asked the dumbest of questions.

The night was going mostly fine, until one of the humans approached. He was large, and he was sloshed, and he was mad. He started by immediately jabbing a finger at krill "Alien scum." He slurred, "Go back to space where you belong. We don't want you here, illegal."

Krill pressed himself back against the bar, "I.... I don't."

The man ignored him and stalked closer jabbing a finger at him, "Earth should never've joined the gala'tic 'lliance. Alien filth."

He spit towards krill who barely dodged out of the way.

And suddenly Vir was there standing between the two of them, "Back off." He growled fighting against the slur in his own voice. Krill backed onto the bar, and the bar tender hesitantly moved towards them.

The man jabbed a finger into Vir's chest, "This is your fault. You brought those alien ****S here."

Vir slapped the man's hand aside, "Don't touch me." He growled

The man sneered at him, and jabbed his finger towards him harder, "And what are you going to do, gimpy." He glanced around him towards krill, "I'm comin' fer you next."

And then Vir clocked him in the jaw.

Krill yelped, and was swing behind the bar by the bartender as the room erupted into chaos. Vir was only able to land the one good punch before things went right to hell.

One of the man's other friends must have noticed, and came to help his friend. The drunken brawl escalated as Vir was thrown to the floor with a hard sock to the cheek, and his brothers came to his aid. Screaming and yelling defined the room as Krill hid behind the bar watching as the room became the whirling blades of a meat grinder.

The bartender had a phone in his hands seconds later, and before they knew it, the room was bathed in blue and red flashing lights.

No less than four uniformed humans came marching into the room. Krill was stunned and in admiration as the fearless humans broke up the brawling pairs on by one throwing them onto the floor, using energy cuffs and shackles. One man was forced into a spinal block paralyzing him to the floor as he yelled profanities at the uniformed peacekeepers.

Vir, Jeremy, Thomas and David were the last to be extracted from their fight. Vir looked very close to passing out with a black eye. One of the other brothers had bleeding knuckles, and all of them were very very drunk.

Angry yelling ensued as the officers tried to figure out who had attacked first.

A quick look at the security camera showed that while Vir had thrown the first punch, the other man had made aggressive contact beforehand. Krill and the bartender put in their two cents as the four brothers sat on the floor with the rest of the crowd, cuffed in energy restraints. The man who had made the aggressive move was still yelling, and that may have helped to make him appear more the aggressor.

"Sorry.... Officer." Vir slurred, "I.... "Shake his head, "Are we going to jail?"

The lead officer paused, 'No, not today, but only because you haven't given us any additional trouble, however, I AM going to do something potentially worse than that."

The brothers looked worried and confused.

From his pocket, the officer withdrew his cellphone and dialed a number. He had to wait a good few minutes before, "Hello, Mr. Vir...."

The brothers immediately began protesting begging the cop to take them to jail. Krill was fascinated from where he stood by the bar.

"Yes, I have your boys here..... yeah, involved in a drunken bar fight.... Yeah it know its 12:30. You can take them, or I can..... I just thought you might want to deal with them yourself.... Yeah.... Yeah.... No, they'll be waiting for you."

By then the brothers had gone very, very silent heads hanging low as they waited. The rest of the drunken group was uncovered and sent off home before a car door slammed shut outside. The brothers cringed down as Mr. Vir stormed inside wearing a winter coat, blue striped pajamas, and a pair of his work boots. Dark purple bags sagged under his eyes as he marched up to his progeny.

Krill scooted behind the bar filled with sudden fear upon seeing the look in the man's eyes. Even more afraid than he had been during the fight.

"You ABSOLUTE MORONS waking your mother and I up in the middle of the night for your shenanigans You absolutely DISGRACEFUL useless bag of ingrates." This continued for a long while individually laying into them before finishing with Vir, "And you," is voice grew quiet, "I thought you knew better, after all you've done, after what you represent, and here you are. Sitting on a bar floor drunk.... Your mother and I are." He paused, "Very disappointed."

The room was dead silent. Krill had no real desire to come out at that moment. It's one thing to have a human attack you or yell at you or even each other.

But the most painful thing a human can do to you, or each other, is to express their disappointment.