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It is very, very late.
Possibly it is even very, very early.
Either way, there are two men who don't seem to mind the hour one little bit. In fact, as they make their way up the stairwell, they are singing. They don't have bad voices, really... just slightly slurred, and very loud.
"AAAAAAAAND TELL'M HOW WE'LL WIN, YOUR CRYING WILL MAKE SUCH A DIN..."
"Boss?" A slightly unsteady voice breaks off from the chorus, "I'm pretty sure the word is 'wailing', there."
"WHEN YOUR TEAM.... are you sure? I think it's crying." Slurs back the other voice.
Wedge and Tycho are making their way home, looking like they both went ten rounds with a rancor (each), smelling like Alderaanian ale and Whyren's Reserve, and they are very, very satisfied with themselves.
Though evidently not as satisfied with the lyrics of the fight song they are currently busy singing.
Possibly it is even very, very early.
Either way, there are two men who don't seem to mind the hour one little bit. In fact, as they make their way up the stairwell, they are singing. They don't have bad voices, really... just slightly slurred, and very loud.
"AAAAAAAAND TELL'M HOW WE'LL WIN, YOUR CRYING WILL MAKE SUCH A DIN..."
"Boss?" A slightly unsteady voice breaks off from the chorus, "I'm pretty sure the word is 'wailing', there."
"WHEN YOUR TEAM.... are you sure? I think it's crying." Slurs back the other voice.
Wedge and Tycho are making their way home, looking like they both went ten rounds with a rancor (each), smelling like Alderaanian ale and Whyren's Reserve, and they are very, very satisfied with themselves.
Though evidently not as satisfied with the lyrics of the fight song they are currently busy singing.