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*spits out a bit of Gigglewater* I… m-maybe we should get you home, buddy. He-he-he!

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“Would you be able to focus enough to apparate without forgetting a limb?” he asked as the other giggled.  

Percival slung an arm around Carlos’ shoulders, something no one ever saw of the director unless he was strictly off hours. Leading the other down the road. “We nee to act… as sober as possible, to prevent… being arrested.” He said in a loud whisper, as though the other wouldn’t know about the alcohol ban. 

“I’m sober – dunno about you,” Carlos giggled. Then a
random-ass thought came to him that he thought he’d share: “I could jinx your
face and make it all swollen… pretend we got in a fight an’ – an’ that’s why
you’re all woozy.”

Carlos wrapped an arm around Percival’s back and supported
him against his own body – Carlos was maybe a little tipsy, but he wasn’t going
to let Percival fall flat on his face and cause the swelling he mentioned the
old-fashioned way.

“You had giggle water, sober my ass.” Percival laughed quietly. “No.” He ran a hand down his face. 

“I like my face the way it is, we just gotta be sneaky.” He said with a chuckle, leaning on the other. “This… that way.” he said trying to pull the other with him down the street  towards Percival’s flat. 

Carlos stumbled after him, giggling again. “I’m more sober than you!” he exclaimed. Though not quite loudly because they were being sneaky. “Sober compared to you.”

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I
don’t know where any buckets are. The mop thing might be in the mess
hall, but that’s probably QM’s so we’re leaving that alone.

We’ll find something. I’ll even invent something else to hold water if I have to. Something that is totally not a bucket.

,,,I’m pretty sure that’s a bucket.

But I just said it wouldn’t be a bucket. It would look kinda like a bucket, maybe, but it definitely wouldn’t be a bucket. Trust me. I’m a scientist.

I- alright cool sure.

Well, let’s see what we can find!

There’s probably something somewhere, or we could ask SK to use his fishbowl.

‘SK’? Who’s that? I don’t remember Angie talking about a kid named that…

Starways to Hell

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Yondu
Yawns already half asleep when he saw the pjs with rockets and snorts.
“Dork. Rockets… really…. heh.” He sighs and kicks off his own pants
remaining in his boxers that had smiley faces on them. “Come on. Bed..
mornings going to come faster then we want. Especially with your terran
time.”

Carlos frowned slightly. “These pants are comfy,” he said, but upon seeing Yondu’s boxers he gave a chuckle. “I could have sworn you were a briefs’ man,” he said as he grabbed Yondu’s pants and folded them. He set them on his desk with Yondu’s other clothes and then got into bed. “We’re actually going to bed a bit earlier than usual for Earth standards,” he admitted to Yondu. “Having dinner and then bed immediately after isn’t usual.”

Yondu last looks at him then Yawns and Squirms around snuggling against him. “Yeah Well…I’m tired…… think my hybernation times comming up again…..”

Carlos frowned a bit at that. “Already?” he asked. “I… I had thought there would be more time.” He then remembered. “When the hell is Kraglin supposed to go to sleep then? You said that… that Hraxians do it too, didn’t you?”

“It’s because I waited so long… I was 5 months out of sync with my natural hybernation pattern….normal hybernation only takes me 1-2 months then I wake up then 10 months later I hybernatie again… Krags hybernation is usually after mine.”

“But because you’re out of sync, his isn’t going to be for a little bit, yeah?” Carlos asked. He had the thought that this was kind of like a menstruation cycle… but he wasn’t dumb enough to say that out loud.

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I
don’t know where any buckets are. The mop thing might be in the mess
hall, but that’s probably QM’s so we’re leaving that alone.

We’ll find something. I’ll even invent something else to hold water if I have to. Something that is totally not a bucket.

,,,I’m pretty sure that’s a bucket.

But I just said it wouldn’t be a bucket. It would look kinda like a bucket, maybe, but it definitely wouldn’t be a bucket. Trust me. I’m a scientist.

I- alright cool sure.

Well, let’s see what we can find!

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I
don’t know where any buckets are. The mop thing might be in the mess
hall, but that’s probably QM’s so we’re leaving that alone.

We’ll find something. I’ll even invent something else to hold water if I have to. Something that is totally not a bucket.

,,,I’m pretty sure that’s a bucket.

But I just said it wouldn’t be a bucket. It would look kinda like a bucket, maybe, but it definitely wouldn’t be a bucket. Trust me. I’m a scientist.

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Carlos just grinned about the jokes.

He watched the stone walls as they passed by, mentally imagining this little figure jumping over the peaks in the stones and keeping up with the car. “I think we can do the Causeway first,” he said. “If you say it doesn’t take too long, then let’s go for it.”

“Alright, Causeway it is then. Maybe I’ll make a couple calls while we’re lookin’ around the gift shop or something, try and get us a room–– or two rooms, I guess, before we head out so we got some idea where we’re goin’ for the night.”

Carlos then looked at him curiously. “Two rooms?” he asked. “Why not just one with two beds?” Granted, the room he had was one bed… but that’s all he needed. “Oh, should we think about what to eat too? Clearly I can’t find a good restaurant for the life of me, if you remember that whole ‘sandwich’ thing.” He smiled at Hancock.

*swoops in* CONFISCATION BY (pseudo)PARENT *takes away flask with a deep Disappointed™ frown*

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*confused Max sound???* okay, maybe you’re the one’s who drunk because that- *points to cup* is a sippy cup full of orange juice

*looks up at him with a confused look* for what?

Still. For, um… being so… dumb earlier.

*he shrugs* it’s okay, really. i had a bad habit and bad habits have a way of taking a hold a person even when they try to stop and i know how easy to slip back into these habits.. you just trying to look for me so really, i should be saying ‘thank you’….

I still shouldn’t have been so mean about it though. Next time you see me, I’ll have those chocolates, I promise.

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i tjink thaere’s still a nial in my headd

Damn… should I get the pliers, Max? Will.. will it hurt?

*he rubs the area he was hit, whincing slightly* will it hurt? probably..

Oh… um, okay. I… I’ll get my tools. And a water bottle – it should get cleaned up some too. Just.. just hang on.

*he nods and sits on the ground, still pretty out of of it*

*comes back* Okay… Okay, okay, let’s see what I’m working with here. Where… where is it, Max? Max? You with me, buddy?