@LarryTheCrazy "WHERE?!"
The 'Captain' turned, searching for their 'foe'.
He -clearly- wasn't General Hux. Just a Resistance Captain, doing his best to....resist.
@Not_A_Committee "If it weren't for this tea being delicious, I would say you were simply out to torture me."
He was just being a grouch by this point.
@Not_A_Committee "Teaching me a lesson, or simply amusing yourself with upsetting a man already in a bit of a state?"
He rubbed at his face a bit, sinking further into the chair.
@Not_A_Committee There was a long moment of him just...staring at her again. His brain was processing everything.
...Damnit, she was tricky.
"That was just cruel."
He murmured, sipping at his tea to help nurse his headache.
@Not_A_Committee He had just been trying to fit in! His efforts should have been commended rather than looked down upon with disdain.
Sheesh. What did a guy have to do around here to get some respect for the dedication to his persona?
@Not_A_Committee "..Well that was a rather mean trick. Though, this one time, I'm going to say I'm not entirely upset I was tricked."
The man settled back into the chair with a groan. Kriff, he hurt.
At least the tea wasn't spiked.
@Not_A_Committee He hesitated in taking the glass for just a moment. But, determined to prove he was fine (he wasn't), he took the glass and brought it to his lips.
Cringing.
Stars this was going to be ba----
Wait.......it was just tea. Delicious tea.
@Not_A_Committee The man looked utterly defeated at that statement. Another..hour? He felt like he could sleep this off for days.
But..an hour later and he'd have to start all over again???
"...Of course I'll be ready by then. I'm ready right now."
He was definitely not ready right then.
@Not_A_Committee For a moment, it looked like Andrew may very well be sick all over the room. But, he managed to hold it together.
"...Of...of course I knew that. I'm..sure I'll be the life of the party."
Stars, he was going to die. Not in glorious combat...but via party with Dameron.
@Not_A_Committee "I learned a lot about Dameron. Why...I might know -all- the Rebel secrets now!"
He paused a moment.
"..I, of course, already knew all of those. Being a Rebel, and loving D'qar..."
"Someone really should ask about putting more handrails in."
~Totally not Rey
~Maintenance Technician for the First Order
~Literate
~Did someone say Last Jedi? What is a Jedi?
~Who keeps eating all the muffins in the canteen?
~Did I mention I'm not Rey?
#SWRP (Is @DatScavenger )
@Not_A_Committee Andrew shifted his gaze to her, staring. Hard.
But ah..he was a 'Captain'. He had to follow orders...
"I'm -fine-"
Still, he took the offered medication and downed it with the water.
@Not_A_Committee She was ridiculous!
...Okay no, she wasn't.
Thankfully the chair was close, because Andrew was quickly sinking into it with an ill-sounding groan.
@Not_A_Committee He was used to a higher brand of alcohol, not whatever trash they had been ingesting. ...Though limits had been entirely ignored in favor of one hell of a night.
Which he was paying dearly for now.
Andrew groaned pitifully, but continued his movement and got shakily to his feet
@Not_A_Committee "I can blame the pilot!"
Damn him. Damn him and his alcohol and those delightful glowing sticks.
U g h.
He was starting to shift though, perhaps actually trying to get up.
@Not_A_Committee Andrew mumbled something about not being a lightweight as the other tried to move him off the ground.
Thing was, he was a whole lot taller than her, and he currently had no desire to get up. Andrew was lanky, all limbs, and currently dead weight.