And Atton would be pissed off and miserable for a while and then turn into a complete killjoy. Or something. He was a little fuzzy on the details, and frankly, he was okay with that.

Weird enough he'd be alive in twenty years.

"Seriously," he said, "That is the worst way to waste the best fifteen-to-twenty of your life. Let's not do that." He patted the back of Sparkle's chair. "Hey, didn't you get free coffee out of the deal, at least? I remember that one."