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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"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.

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