Awkward
Title: Awkward
Pairing: Wedge/Tycho
Rating: PG-13, I guess.
Words: 2560
Notes: djcati, this one's your fault for you. x_x
( Wedge wakes up with a pounding headache. He thinks, as he often does in his foggy hangovers, that a civilization as advanced as theirs ought to have invented a form of recreational drink that didn't cause the drinker to wake up the next morning feeling like the entire spacefleet was taking potshots at his head. )
Pairing: Wedge/Tycho
Rating: PG-13, I guess.
Words: 2560
Notes: djcati, this one's your fault for you. x_x
( Wedge wakes up with a pounding headache. He thinks, as he often does in his foggy hangovers, that a civilization as advanced as theirs ought to have invented a form of recreational drink that didn't cause the drinker to wake up the next morning feeling like the entire spacefleet was taking potshots at his head. )
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pee ess: After a while, Wes nudges Hobbie with his elbow. "Do you see what I see?"
Hobbie covers his eyes with one hand. "Will it get me kicked out of the service?" -- WIN.
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And just so you know, my next fic is tentatively titled "Wes Wants a Puppy". Apparently when my brain breaks, it goes all-out. x_x
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