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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"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.

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