Flight Shed, Early Thursday Morning
Alcohol was evil. John knew this from a variety of experiences. He also knew that at present, he was not in a bed and that was never a good sign when his head throbbed in that familiar way, reminding him of alcohol and potential memory loss.
The good part was that he recognized the naked girl plastered against him and there was no hay in the vicinity.
The bad part was that he was sprawled on a concrete floor with his clothes, more specifically his pants, balled up under his head. John blinked and rubbed his eyes to clear the sleep enough to see that yes, there was a flight sim nearby.
Anakin was going to kill him.
[For the naked one and anyone who belongs in the Flight Shed way too early in the morning.]
The good part was that he recognized the naked girl plastered against him and there was no hay in the vicinity.
The bad part was that he was sprawled on a concrete floor with his clothes, more specifically his pants, balled up under his head. John blinked and rubbed his eyes to clear the sleep enough to see that yes, there was a flight sim nearby.
Anakin was going to kill him.
[For the naked one and anyone who belongs in the Flight Shed way too early in the morning.]