suitably_heroic | 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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"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."

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sith_happened

"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.

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suitably_heroic

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

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sith_happened

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

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suitably_heroic

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.

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sith_happened

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

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suitably_heroic

"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."

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sith_happened

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

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suitably_heroic

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

Deliberately misunderstanding, yes.

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sith_happened

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

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suitably_heroic

"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?"

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sith_happened

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

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suitably_heroic

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."

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sith_happened

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

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suitably_heroic

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.

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sith_happened

"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."

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suitably_heroic

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

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sith_happened

There was a long pause.

"...Hoth was a low point."

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suitably_heroic

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

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sith_happened

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

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suitably_heroic

"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?"