It was fine as long as he wasn't actually throwing up. If he was, he was going to be spending the next few hours scrubbing the floor.
"You get drunk, she gets her boobs Fandommed off for the weekend..." Atton gave a casual shrug with one shoulder and leaned his other arm on the back of the co-pilot's chair. "That'd really have given you something to be awkward about this go-around. Hey, maybe this is some kind of improving thing, like every time this thing comes around, you make one less terrible decision."
Like banging a Lightwood!
...and this was a very inconvenient time to remember that in some alternate universe he'd apparently slept with Anakin Skywalker. Sigh. (Then again, wasn't any time an inconvenient time to remember about that?)
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"You get drunk, she gets her boobs Fandommed off for the weekend..." Atton gave a casual shrug with one shoulder and leaned his other arm on the back of the co-pilot's chair. "That'd really have given you something to be awkward about this go-around. Hey, maybe this is some kind of improving thing, like every time this thing comes around, you make one less terrible decision."
Like banging a Lightwood!
...and this was a very inconvenient time to remember that in some alternate universe he'd apparently slept with Anakin Skywalker. Sigh. (Then again, wasn't any time an inconvenient time to remember about that?)