suitably_heroic | MCA #4, Monday Evening

He'd heard that hiring a kid with a kettle drum would just be gauche....

But there was Anakin, knocking imperiously (ha! he cracked himself up) on the door. "Atton?"

The door opened two seconds later.

"You're predictable."

"...by knocking on the door?" Anakin said. "I don't do singing telegrams, sorry."

Atton rolled his eyes as he stepped aside. "Hilarious."

He'd gotten an eyeroll out of it, which was pretty much the reason Anakin'd done it.

He held up a bottle of Corellian whiskey. "Seemed like it was this kind of night."

"I actually have plenty of juma in the fridge. Better than that stuff," Atton said, "But hey, thanks."

Anakin shrugged. "Well, you know. I don't like showing up empty handed."

"It's not a housewarming, Skywalker," Atton said, shutting the door behind him.

It was a 'I feel miserable and you're the only one I can brood and drink at out of the like, three people I actually talk to for various reasons' night.

"Well, maybe I wanted something other than juma," Anakin retorted, wrinkling his nose up in fake outrage.

"See, you future people have no taste," Atton said. He eyed his coffee table and wondered if he could get away with just giving Anakin his own bottle, then sighed and wandered off to find him a glass.

Anakin flopped down onto the sofa and put his feet up on the coffee table because Rory wasn't there to give him a Look about it.

"So how bad was yesterday?"

"Friend of mine is going to get booted out of his house, so pretty bad," Atton hedged.

Please. That part at least had been a distraction, if a depressing one.

He set the glass down in front of Anakin, then shoved the juma in his general direction.

Anakin put the whiskey down and reached for the juma, pouring a healthy measure into his glass. "Roommate dispute or a landlord thing?" he asked.

"Neighborhood running him out of town for not being appropriately rich and pretentious," Atton said, before grabbing for the whiskey.

He'd had enough juma that he wouldn't be complaining too much about the taste.

"Ugh," Anakin said feelingly. "No notice, I presume."

"Oh, there was a hearing about it yesterday," Atton said, "Which the owner of the house screwed up in the most spectacular way since-- well, going by the stories, since you went all, y'know, Sithy."

That was an exaggeration, but damn it, he'd had a long week.

Anakin arched up an eyebrow. "So he killed a bunch of people?"

Atton took a few steps towards the window, opened the door, and pulled a face at the squirrels. They ran off. Whether they were scared or they'd just thought about a really good way to describe that facial expression, he didn't know, and he didn't particularly care either.

"Confessed to stealing a couple of things and being attracted to a minor," he said. "So eh, somewhere in that ballpark."

He was not ever specifying which minor.

Anakin groaned. "So he's going to jail and all of the rich people are now really smug rich people and your friend's homeless."

"Yeah, so that was fantastic," Atton said. He wandered back to his seat and filled up his glass. "And last week was a heap of stinking bantha dung to begin with."

"Thus the excellent life choice of drinking a lot," Anakin said, holding up his glass in a silent cheers.

"Hey, at least this way I'm saving who knows how many people from having to listen to you complaining to them about kids over the phone," Atton said, taking a biiig sip from his glass.

"Next week I'll inflict it on Obi-Wan instead," Anakin said. "Plus school started today for Juliet, so that helped."

Atton lifted his glass up. It was a fairly sarcastic gesture. "To something not terrible happening."

"Here's to no relatives at the picnic," Anakin said, clinking his glass against Atton's.

"I'm pretty sure that one falls under 'wishful thinking' until Sunday," Atton said, pulling his glass back so he could drink from it. "E chu ta."

"I'm pretty sure I've met them all at this point," Anakin said, drinking deeply. "I think we've only missed my mother and my first wife..."

"And wouldn't it be nicely untraumatic if the two of them showed up?" Atton asked dryly.

"They could be roommates," Anakin said with a snort. "Get a crush on you, and then I'd have to run screaming from the island and never return."

Atton snickered. "Well, I don't know about your mother," he said, "But it'd show a real improvement in taste for your first wife."

Anakin threw a pillow at him. Because he was twelve.

Atton didn't swerve out of the way or knock the pillow elsewhere or anything. Partly because that helped illustrate just how twelve Anakin was, and partly because that would involve jostling his drink.

"You're pathetic," he said. Mildly.

"Padme had excellent taste," he said instead. "Ask Obi-Wan."

...maybe don't ask Obi-Wan.

"The Obi-Wan who was close with your dead wife, that Obi-Wan?" Atton asked. "That sounds like a great idea."

Anakin paused mid-drink. "Okay, that's a good point. Maybe don't ask Obi-Wan."

Atton snorted.

He eyed his drink. Then he slammed the rest of it back. He needed it before he said anything else.

"So," he said, "Last week we had our one-year memorial service. Also great."

He was trying out this thing where he actually told Anakin something instead of enabling the guy into badgering him while he pretended like he didn't want to talk about it. Don't ruin it, Skywalker.

Anakin silently filled Atton's glass again. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "Anniversaries are awful."

"You're telling me," Atton muttered.

He eyed his glass.

Anakin shrugged. "Why don't you tell me instead."

"She's dead," Atton said flatly. "It's been a year since she bailed on me and got herself killed, and Mical wants us to sit around and tell campfire stories about her."

Anakin filled his own glass. "You don't want to hear other people's memories?"

"The ones I have hound me enough," Atton said. "Why would I want more of them?"

He drank entirely too much from his glass in one go.

"Because you love her," Anakin said, "and other people remember her well."

"I never said that."

Atton took another sip of his drink.

And y'know, he wasn't lying. He'd never said that. That didn't mean it wasn't true, but still.

Anakin gave him a look. "You didn't have to."

"Yeah, well, you're a lot better at punching people in the face than reading them."

Maybe he was just being contrary because he could. It was Atton, after all.

"I'm better at punching people," he agreed, "but it doesn't mean I missed this."

Atton let out a groan and collapsed back into his seat. He fumbled for a minute with his jacket until he found his cigarettes, and put one between his lips and lit it.

He needed that before he dealt with this. Maybe he should've thought ahead. It was Skywalker, after all.

"Take your time," Anakin said with a little smile. "I'm a Jedi but I'm not that stupid."

"Yeah, you are," Atton muttered. He took a long drag of his cigarette and exhaled. "A big, dumb pain in my ass."

That he'd invited over here himself to talk to. Details.

"Yeah, yeah, I hate you too," Anakin said, sounding bored.

"I just don't... see the point," Atton said. "About. Stuff."

Beat.

"Ugh."

"You mean using words about feelings?" Anakin said, smiling. "Yeah, me either. It hurts like hell."

"You know, I don't particularly miss being part of the Sith, but sometimes I miss the cold," Atton said.

He took a sip of his drink. "The emotional cold, that is."

Anakin nodded. "Or being encouraged to just block everything out with rage. Not healthy, but useful..."

Atton shrugged a little. "It was gradual on the way in, I don't know about yours," he said. "Something would hurt, so you'd go a little more numb, and then when the next thing hurt harder, it wasn't so bad."

Anakin shrugged. "I didn't get numb, I got angry. And there's the whole catechism about fear leading to anger and anger to hate..."

"Yeah, yeah, save me the Jedi talk," Atton said, waving his hand. "Anger was just a tool for me. Like everything, until that Jedi who convinced me to leave the Sith broke into my head."

Anakin nodded. "I'd grown up a human slave in a sector the Republic clearly and obviously didn't give a poodoo about," he said, juma making him more forthright than normal. "I was born angry at the injustice of the galaxy, especially when it was directed at me. I was an unstable blaster pack waiting to be fired and explode."

"Well, like I told you before, my thing was always pain," Atton said, staring into his glass. "There was a lot of that to go around, back in the Mandalorian Wars. The anger I felt towards the Jedi was a consequence of that. But like I said, the numbness came gradually. Then that Jedi got into my head and snapped it away and, well... you're lucky you couldn't sense anything real off me when I came here, I can tell you that."

"You are uncommonly gifted at keeping people out," Anakin admitted. "My grandson can play dead in the Force, which is completely creepy, but your white noise is just as effective."

"There were high-ranking Sith Lords who at times didn't even know I was there, back when I was with Revan's empire," Atton said. The corner of his mouth curled up.

Anakin smiled back. "Subtlety wasn't really my thing."

Go figure.

"I was the enforcer sent in when someone had screwed up badly and an example had to be made. The Hands were used for more delicate work."

"This is my surprised face," Atton said, pointing at his very much not surprised face. "Anyway, I still don't really like it when in here gets out there, is my point." Also a total surprise. "I just haven't been able to manage it the way I could when I was Sith."

"I'd say you should go see Electroclash, but like either of us would listen to that advice," Anakin said, sipping from his glass. "We could always spar or go to the mainland, start a bar fight and never, ever tell my wife."

Atton let out an inadvertent burst of laughter. "You mean Sarah from next door? Yeah, no." He took a sip of his drink. "I mean, I'm positive you're not supposed to sleep with your therapist."

He was drunk, was his defense.

"You did?" Anakin burst out laughing. "Really?"

Atton shrugged. "She lives across the hall," he said, "It's an ideal booty call, y'know, if I don't have to listen to her too much and she manages not to fry any of my electronics."

Anakin snorted juma. "Good to know. I'm guessing another...booty call isn't really going to fix anything either."

"She called me a couple of days ago just to complain that her best friend was totally making her go to a retreat she totally didn't want to go on," Atton said, rolling his eyes.

He sunk even further into his seat.

"We should have a staff retreat," Anakin declared. "With weapons and, like, trust falls and shit talking."

Sounds healthy.

And here Atton had just been about to take another puff from his cigarette.

Instead he was being forced, here, to very slowly look in your direction with an expression that read I'm pretty sure I didn't give you any spice so what the hell are you on. You should feel ashamed about making him do that.

"C'mon," Anakin said. "Imagine the look on Lecter's face when someone hits his suit with a paintball."

"...Yeah, okay, that's funny," Atton agreed.

But he was pretty easy where it came to Lecter-based humor.

"Still. Can you even imagine that? It'd be a massacre. We'd have to hire a retreat undertaker."

"Could be worth it if Pinkie Pie gets out the party cannon."

This is a terrible idea, Anakin.

"Look, let's be real," Atton said, finally taking that drag off his cigarette he'd been craving. "You would kill someone before the week was over."

"I'd have a list," Anakin said, finishing he drink and pouring a new one. "But I've had one for a while. We wouldn't last a week. Maybe two days."

Atton reached out lazily with the Force until the whiskey bottle came shooting his way.

He didn't generally like to use the Force gratuitously - didn't want to get used to it - but it was a night. "Who's on the list?"

"Of kill if I could get away with it?" Anakin shrugged. "Probably the same ones on yours."

"It's Monday night, you've been stuck with children for the past few months, and I've had a miserable week," Atton said.

He took a swig right from the whiskey bottle. "Humor me."

You know, ex-Sith to ex-Sith.

"Well, there's different lists," Anakin said, making himself comfortable. "The ones I'd kill because they're annoying and the ones to eliminate if something weird goes down because they'd be actually dangerous." He smiled a little wryly. "You're on the second one."

"Well," Atton said, eyeing the bottle, "That's fair. Does make me feel like I'm losing my touch, though."

"Oh, you're plenty annoying," Anakin said, "but it doesn't bother me that much."

"Thanks," Atton drawled, "Get someone to put that on my obituary. 'Annoying, but didn't bother Anakin Skywalker too much'."

"If I'm the one to write it, that will absolutely be in it," Anakin promised. "Also 'stupid hair.'"

"Better than yours," Atton retorted.

Atton did have nice hair. It was pretty much the only thing he had going for him at this point in his life.

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"Lies," Anakin said, drinking some more. "But you've seen the faculty. We're pretty evenly divided into terrifying, thinks they're terrifying, and Josh and Pinkie."

"And Lecter," Atton said, "Who thinks he can get away with the smarmy routine."

He eyed the bottle for a moment longer before setting it back down. "I should've punched him."

Not Lecter. But he'd figure out if he'd specify later.

"Lecter? Well, yeah," Anakin said. "And sent me a picture so I could use it as my phone wallpaper."

"Nah," Atton said. He took a sip from his glass. "Lewis. I mean, Lecter deserves it too, but."

"That's the creep from the home?" Anakin said.

"Yep," Atton said. He shook his head. "Anyone who's going to get up on stage and talk about having an 'unspoken love affair' with a minor to a whole bunch of people who are about to decide whether to leave a whole bunch of kids homeless or not based on his testimony deserves to be punched. Hell, anyone who's just the first half of that sentence should be punched repeatedly in the head."

"We can go find him and punch him now?" Anakin offered. "Because yes, he deserved to be hit repeatedly for being a selfish ass."

Atton rolled his eyes. "We're a set of ex-Sith Force users who've been drinking way too much already," he said. "I mean, I hate to use the 'irresponsible' word, but..."

"Fiiiiiiiiiiiine," Anakin said.

He thought about it.

"We could send someone else to do it?"

"We could do it in the morning," Atton said.

He eyed the already-empty bottles nearby, and amended, "... the afternoon."

"After pancakes, at least," Anakin agreed. "We need more drinks!"

Noooot really, Anakin, no.

"Ugh, I'd forgotten you're a happy drunk," Atton said. "Anyway, I still have like three bottles of juma in the fridge, go knock yourself out."

"But not literally, right?" Anakin checked as he wove his way carefully (and slowly because the floor wasn't that stable right now) to the fridge.

Atton glanced over his shoulder. "Not literally," he said, "Though if you do knock yourself out, I'm going to laugh my ass off."

"I wouldn't expect anything else," Anakin said, weaving back just as carefully and sitting back down.

Atton snickered.

"It's hilarious watching you try to be careful," he said, "It's like watching a rancor swimming."

They had apparently reached the less-than-lucid part of the evening.

"I'm much more graceful than that," Anakin said. "I once killed a T-Rex because I'm that awesome."

"Killing a T-Rex doesn't take grace," Atton said. "I've seen pictures. Those things are huge. You could stumble your way into killing one of 'em."

"You can stumble your way into getting eaten," Anakin said. "It takes grace to get on top of one not dirty."

"Are you telling me you wanted to fuck a T-Rex?" Atton said.

Deliberately misunderstanding, yes.

"What is wrong with you?" Anakin demanded, slamming back his drink. "Ugh, I need brain bleach now."

"Hey, you're the one who thought the word 'dirty' belonged within the same system as 'getting on top of a T-Rex'," Atton said, "Should we be careful with you around the rancor enclosure?"

"...we have a rancor enclosure?" asked the Easily Distracted One.

Atton eyed him.

He took a swig of the whiskey.

"You're real lucky you're pretty and you can Force-punch things good," he said. "I mean, that's all that sets you apart from the nerf."

"It's not all," Anakin said. "Nerfs can't drink whiskey, either."

Atton stared up at the ceiling as he thought about that.

"I'm pretty sure that doesn't make any sense," he said. "Give a nerf a bucket of whiskey."

He took a swig straight from the bottle.

"Seems like a waste of whiskey," Anakin observed.

This conversation had gone way, way off the rails. "Much safer to give it to a tauntaun. They're quieter drunks."

Atton squinted at him. "...When did you go drinking with a tauntaun?"

There was a long pause.

"...Hoth was a low point."

"I'm not sure why these things surprise me anymore," Atton said.

"You spent time on Nar Shaddaa," Anakin said. "I'm sure you've seen weirder."

"Hey, I've never tried to feed the wildlife drunk," Atton said, and then added, because he was drunk and also because he was an asshole, "Were you trying to screw the tauntaun, too?"

Anakin shuddered. "Echuta. No."

Atton snickered. "Just checking."

"Getting a little worried about what your Sith were up to if you jump immediately to animal fucking," Anakin said.

Atton rolled his eyes.

"My Sith weren't going around wasting good whiskey on animals. I don't know how low yours went."

"It was a way to show how utterly insignificant the people around us were," Anakin said with a shrug. "Palpatine was big into power-plays."

Atton rolled his eyes. "You'd never catch Revan ordering anything like that," he said, "He was smart. Your Palpatine mostly sounds like an egomaniac."

"Oh, absolutely," Anakin said, nodding. "Total asshole, which Obi-Wan had kind of guessed from way early but I ignored."

"You should probably apologize for that one," Atton mused. "'Sorry I was a dumbass who ignored your advice'."

Anakin snorted. "I think he already knows."

Translation: death before apologies. Always.

"You're hopeless," Atton muttered.

He took a long sip from the bottle.

"Here's the problem with the whole dark side, light side thing, though," he mused. "I mean, by Jedi doctrine, Revan and your guy? Basically the same. Sure, Revan gets some brownie points for going back to fly for the Jedi again, but he was still this eeeeeevil Sith Lord."

He was doing a finger wiggle. It was late.

"They forget what the Mandalorian Wars were like. The state the Republic was in back then, it was useless. Combine that with Revan finding out about this threat looming on the horizon, you can't blame him for trying to come up with a plan." He slanted a look towards Anakin. "Did you know he left the infrastructure intact wherever we attacked? We had orders. Things didn't start getting genuinely wrecked until that idiot Malak took over."

Anakin nodded. "There are infinite shades of gray," he agreed. "It's just...difficult to teach them."

"Your guy, on the other hand, sounds like a slightly less incompetent, more malevolent Malak," Atton said, and pulled a face.

"Well, he started out as a politician," Anakin said with a "what can you do" shrug.

"A profession in which shades of grey usually go out the window," Atton said.

"Oh, absolutely," Anakin said. "I was married to a Senator. I know."

Atton peered sadly down the bottle at the tiny bit of whiskey left at the bottom. "I once had to march in front of one for HoloNews," he offered.

"Did they catcall?" Anakin asked. "The Neimoidians in particular are kind of jerks."

"Actually, someone tried to kill him, it turned into a whole thing, now I can't walk into a single tapcaf in Coruscant without someone yelling 'it's that Jedi!' at me," Atton muttered.

Anakin snorted. "Seriously? I'm sorry. Maybe you should grow tragic facial hair to disguise yourself."

"I tried a beard, but Mira kept cracking lumberjack jokes," Atton complained.

"How rude," Anakin declared. "I mean, my mental image makes you look pretty stoopa but that's not proof..."

"Yeah, I'm not going to you for fashion advice. Ever."

"People wish they could rock a robe like I do," Anakin proclaimed.

"People wish they could take your robe and shoot it straight up into Mustafar," Atton retorted.

"Filthy lies," Anakin proclaimed, sloshing more booze into his cup. "They love me. Well, not really. They tolerate me."

"On your good days," Atton tacked on.

"True enough," Anakin said, "but I don't really want to be friends with students. That's weird and creepy."

Atton pulled a face. "Thanks."

"After they're students is fine," Anakin said with a hiccup. "But there were some really weird teachers here about ten years ago. One used to go chasing through the dorms and just...no."

"I have friends who are students," Atton retorted.

He paused. "...Had friends who are students. They're all graduates now. That's weird." He glanced towards Anakin. "...As is that."

"You're older now, so it'll get weirder now that your friends aren't students any more," Anakin said.

"Not sure if I'm looking forward to that or not," Atton muttered. "I wasn't planning to get this old."

"That happens a lot in wars," Anakin said.

"It's weird. I mean, not that I planned to die, just..."

Anakin shrugged. "You start figuring the odds will catch up eventually, or something. At least, that's how it was for me."

"Same here," Atton said. He finished the bottle. "Pretty sure last summer was supposed to be my curtain call."

"Don't confuse this with me liking you or anything, but I'm glad it wasn't."

"You like me," Atton retorted, "I've seen you go all adorable puppy face about it. Leave the playing the hardass card to the professionals."

"I do not have an adorable puppy face!" Anakin declared.

"Yeah, you do," Atton said, and promptly attempted to imitate it.

It would've looked deeply ironic on him even if he hadn't been drunk.

Anakin snorted alcohol out of his nose. "What was that?"

"An expression I can't reproduce because I," Atton said, reaching for a nearby bottle of juma, "Am a badass."

"So am I," Anakin said. "I can prove it!"

This will only end in tears.

"You're really good at glowering and throwing people through doors," Atton said, "But you're this cute doe-eyed Tatooine kid underneath."

Anakin glared at him. "Not many people have ever learned that."

Atton shrugged. "Most people get too annoyed by your jackass act to pay attention," he said, "I'd congratulate you on the tactics if I thought you were doing it on purpose."

"I'm doing some of it on purpose," Anakin said. "I'm not really good with people, so I make sure most of them don't put in the effort."

"That's kind of sad," said Atton, who did much worse. For complicated reasons, but still.

Anakin shrugged. "Maybe."

Atton took a big sip of his juma. "Definitely."

"Then I'm kind of sad," Anakin said. "Friendship isn't really a thing I do."

Atton considered that.

He shrugged.

Then he threw the lid of the juma bottle at Anakin.

Anakin batted it away, giving him a tiny smile. "Jerk."

"You gotta lighten up more," Atton said, "I mean, even I think so."

"I can be light," Anakin said. "...sometimes."

"Usually when you've got a belly full of Corellian whiskey," Atton said, "But sure. Sometimes."

"You've met Obi-Wan. Lightness wasn't really his forte either," Anakin said.

"Which is kind of ironic, considering you were both supposed to be Light Side Jedi," Atton noted.

"We were incredibly serious Light Side Jedi," Anakin said.

"You know what this calls for?" Atton said, taking a swig from the bottle. "A really stupid holovid. Like, profoundly dumb."

"Oooooh," Anakin said, lighting up. "YES. Like the Real Housewives of Plastic Surgery!"

...that's not the name, Anakin.

"Sometimes I question your choices," Atton told him, "But fine. Don't they have that on a whole loop the whole time on some Earth holo thing?"

"I think so," Anakin said. "It always seems to be on when I'm flipping channels for something that's not a cartoon."

Atton grabbed around until he found the remote and turned on the television.

It took him all of two button presses to get the show on.

"There," he said, "Now we're talking."

Sort of?

"We need pizza or ice cream or popcorn to throw at these people," Anakin declared after two seconds of watching.

"All I've got is microwave pizza that hasn't been microwaved yet," Atton said, shrugging.

Without Sparkle to do his grocery runs, he pretty much defaulted to the very basics.

"I know how to make that!" Anakin said a little gleefully.

...it was takeout or delivery or Poptarts in the Skywalker home.

"You know where the kitchen is," Atton said, gesturing vaguely towards it. "Don't break it."

"The kitchen or the pizza?" Anakin asked.

"Both?" Atton offered.

He was in his mellow drunk stages.

"That might be setting the bar too high," Anakin warned as he banged around the kitchen looking for a plate.

Atton had like, two, which he had only purchased because he'd wandered onto the island of IKEA in a fit of boredom.

He stretched out and put his feet on the coffee table, focusing on the karking stoopa television show.

Anakin returned a few minutes later. "Here you go," he said. "Two stupidly hot plates of lukewarm pizza."

He was a culinary wizard.

"How did you manage to set fire to the plates and not the pizza?" Atton asked. "That's some reverse wizardry right there."

"There's something wrong with your microwave," Anakin informed him.

There was nothing wrong with the microwave.

"It was fixed weeks ago," Atton retorted. "Sarah broke it."

"...was it a sex thing?" Anakin asked, wincing.

Atton stared at him.

"No!"

"Just checking!" Anakin replied.

"What is wrong with you?!"

"Many, many things," Anakin told him, eating lukewarm pizza.

"That much is obvious," Atton muttered, biting into his own pizza. "Watch your dumb holo, okay?"

"Fine," Anakin said. "Ten credits that two of the women start yanking each other's hair in fifteen minutes."

"I'm not betting credits on that," Atton said. "It's gonna happen. No doubt about it."

"Bet one of them will break a nail and go on and on about how expensive the manicure was," Anakin added.

"So this is the kind of stuff you watch for kicks, huh?"

Anakin rolled his eyes. "No. I watch the Amazing Race."

"Uh huh," Atton said, taking a swig.

"This is just easy to predict," Anakin said, waving his hand at the overdyed, over-tanned women sniping at each other.

"Uh huh," Atton repeated.

"C'mon, even you can try it," Anakin said.

"Didn't you used to run classes based on that show?" Atton said. "No thanks."

"The Amazing Race? Yeah," Anakin said. "It was fun. I made the kids hunt down a mastadon once."

As you do.

"See, this is why you need to get more hobbies," Atton said. "You get all sadistic."

"None of them died," Anakin protested.

"Nothing in the definition of the word 'sadistic' involves killing people."

Anakin shrugged. "Then...yeah, I am. Oops."

Atton let out a loud snort and flicked some cheese at him.

"I'm honest about it after drinks," Anakin declared.

"You're more fun after drinks," said Atton, who was slightly more honest after drinks.

"I am a delight all of the time," Anakin said.

This was demonstrably untrue.

"You're an ass all of the time," Atton said, "Sort of insightful some of the time, and a delight like... two percent."

Hey, that was two percent more than Atton would've given him if Atton had been sober.

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"Then you caught me on a good night," Anakin said. "Thanks for inviting me over?"

Anakin was really, really rusty at the friendship thing.

You could sort of hear the 'you're easy to talk to' if you spoke fluid 'speaking through a bottle of juma juice', maybe?

Anakin hiccuped slightly. "We should probably have water but that seems like effort," he said.

"We'll be fine," Atton said. He eyed his bottle, and amended, "You'll be fine. I intend to keep drinking until my hangover lasts a month."

That was hyperbole. Probably.

"If it lasts a month, we'll forget about tracking out what-his-ass and kicking his name."

Close, Anakin.

"I could kick someone's ass drunk if I wanted to," Atton muttered. "It just wouldn't be a good idea."

"And we know good ideas," Anakin said.

"Nobody needs me to crack and go Force lightning on their ass," Atton announced.

"I would argue that some people absolutely need Force lightning up their ass," Anakin said, mishearing Atton entirely.

Atton considered that.

"'s fair," he concluded.

It was a good thing they would both probably not be able to make it out the door in this state.

It was a very good thing.

"I have a list for that too," Anakin said. "All politicians and about two-thrids--thirds!--of the students are on it."

"You're on mine," Atton said, "But only a little bit."

He was considerate like that.

"That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," Anakin said.

"I'm a nice guy," Atton said, nodding.

No, he wasn't.

"No, you're not," Anakin replied. "That's why we get along."

"I could play a nice guy if I really wanted to," Atton amended. "Whatever. Same thing."

Not really.

"Totally the same thing," Anakin agreed.

Not at all, guys.

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