The container was clamped to a shelf near the starboard observation window and had a bright yellow biohazard sticker. A brown liquid floated inside.
So far, the label had kept the other astronauts out of her stash, and it wasn’t entirely inaccurate, she thought as she unclipped the container.
It was the end of the space station day, the only blessedly unscheduled moment up here that cap com gave them.
She contentedly sipped her contraband whiskey and watched the sunset over the Earth far below. She had worked hard to get here, but moments like this made everything worth it.

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