"Hell with that, you need to pay me to order me to my bunk. I'll be around."
He stormed off, heading in the opposite direction of his room. He never had much respect for meaningless orders.
He found himself behind the bar, helping himself to whatever he could find that was strong enough.
Nobody else was around.
He lay down on the couch, giving his thoughts out loudly.
"Some desk prick takes my bloody pay?! Big nice cushy job while we're bleeding for our measly wages! Bull****, I'll show him."
With that, he passed out on the couch.