suitably_heroic | MCA #4, Monday Evening

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MCA #4, Monday Evening

Atton had woken up that morning with only a passable idea of what had happened the previous night; there'd been five full bottles of juma in his fridge, no food anywhere, and an overly enthusiastic message from Skywalker confirming drinking plans Atton had no memory of proposing to the guy. He'd decided the wise thing to do was to get back into bed and maybe not get out of it until he stopped feeling completely miserable on every level.

By five PM, he'd given up on that, and ordered pizza.

By eight PM, he'd opened the second bottle of juma and he was waiting, patiently, for the inevitable dramatic knock/sweep into the room combo that generally heralded Skywalker arriving just about anywhere.

[[ expecting anakin, but open before he arrives! ]]

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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."

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