Drinking games

[for_everyone]

It was supposed to be an easy repair, fiddly but relatively straightforward. But then the stored replacement part was bad, every shop in town was out except for one, which was broken, and the repair to fix that made it an uphill slog to even fit it in the Ghost, due to Chopper and Zeb getting into a fight and leaving at least two drill bits where drill bits did not belong.

And since it was meant to be easy, everyone but Hera and Kanan is out at the cantina enjoying themselves and the two of them are here, exhausted, dusty, and covered in grease. The smell of welding torch is heavy in the air.

Then Hera rolls to her feet, shaking her head a little to clear it.

"You know what? This calls for a drink, and I've just remembered where I left some."

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[notallofus]

Kanan, either. But they're going to regret sleeping in these chairs. Plus . . .

"Before Zeb and Chop get back," he agrees.

"Maybe if we both go, at least one of us will make it."

He will shove Hera into bed with the last of his Force-strength. Collapsing in the hallway afterward is the inevitable fallout, but that's fine.

[for_everyone]

Hera tilts her head back to look at the ceiling, apparently still not getting up yet

"How much is left in the bottle?"

[notallofus]

"Uh."

Kanan shifts the bottle back and forth, sloshing the contents around for a second.

"Two mouthfuls? Three?"

(It's two.)

[for_everyone]

She lowers her head again, rubbing at her eyes.

"Then finish it, so I don't have to put the bottle back."

Hera is being very responsible, yes.

[notallofus]

Well, he could . . . and he would, but . . .

"Which one of us is more likely to be able to haul the other one around? That should probably not be the one that finishes this bottle."

It could be Hera! She's crafty, and excellent with leverage.

[for_everyone]

Hera sighs, and holds out her hand.

Because apparently, she has to do everything...

[notallofus]

Kanan shoves the bottle into it, pulling back at the last second as if aware that he's over-estimated the distance between their hands.

Whoops.

[for_everyone]

Hera manages to take hold of the bottle, and playfully shoves back at his hand.

"All right..."

She takes a deep breath, and finishes off the bottle, not bothering with her glass again. Then she closes her eyes again, pressing her free hand against her forehead for a moment, before moving it to the table, flat so as to leverage her weight as she stands.

"I need to put this in the compactor.."

[notallofus]

"I can do that."

See? He doesn't make you do everything, Hera.

"Just stay here. I'll be right back."

One or two sloppy uses of the Force will make sure neither he nor the bottle crashes down on the way to the compactor.

And on the way back.

[for_everyone]

Hera, meanwhile, spends the time waiting for Kanan by stacking their glasses. And unstacking them. And stacking them again.

She looks back up to him when he returns. "Okay?"

Maybe she's asking about him Or the bottle. Or the trash compactor. Or all of them.

[notallofus]

"Nothing's busted, and I remembered to close the compactor."

He hesitates for a second, frowning as if in deep thought.

"The bottle was on the inside when I did."

That means he did the entire process correctly, which is good.

"So. Bed?"

[for_everyone]

She nods, this time really pushing herself up from the table to stand.

There's a glance back at the glasses left on the table, but then she shakes her head. She can deal with it in the morning.

[notallofus]

Kanan is at her elbow, only listing a little to one side.

"We can do this."

Really, they totally can.

It's not going to be a problem at all.

[for_everyone]

Hera takes his hand, and starts to step toward the crew quarters.

Her other hand is on the wall. Not that she doesn't trust Kanan, but...

[notallofus]

At the moment Kanan is not entirely trusting of Kanan, so any extra support is welcome.

Sensible, even.

Their pace isn't going to be all that great, but hey, while they do this he gets to keep holding Hera's hand.

(Completely sober Kanan is going to bury the fact that this thought ever happened. Or he'll try.)

[for_everyone]

Even going slowly, they're doing pretty well, until just after they pass Zeb's quarters. Maybe she starts feeling too confident, but Hera steps too quickly, and stumbles. Instinctively, she pulls herself into the wall.

She might end up pulling Kanan with her. Sorry

[notallofus]

Whoa.

Kanan shoves at the wall with the Force in an attempt to right himself. It's --

Well, at least he's going to cushion Hera's fall when they both start going down?

[for_everyone]

"... I think it might've been better -" she says, as she tries to pull herself up from the floor. And from him.

"- if you'd just let us - fall into the wall."

[notallofus]

"Rigorous training kicks in," Kanan mutters, attempting to shove her off him without Force-shoving, and also keeping his hands in innocuous places. (He cannot quite feel his fingertips, so this is difficult.)

"When I'm not trying not to let it."

All right, if he puts his foot there, and untangles his other leg there . . . .

Standing up should be a piece of cake.

[for_everyone]

Hera moves to shove herself up against the wall again.

Really, the wall seems to be the most reliable option right now.

[notallofus]

It pains Kanan to admit that Hera's plan is definitely better than his.

Guess he'll take the wall on the other side of the corridor, then.

This is fine.

Yep. Bed is about to happen to both of them. Just a minute or two more . . .

[for_everyone]

Hera pulls herself up against the wall, sliding along it as she manages the remaining steps toward the door to her room.

She stops short at the doorway, leaning into it.

[notallofus]

"You go," Kanan says, waving blearily toward her door and the ostensible bed beyond.

"I'm fine here. Just give me a second, and I'll get to my room."

Maybe a minute, if he's being very honest.

[for_everyone]

She looks back at him.

She doesn't say anything, but also stays where she is, leaned against her doorway.

[notallofus]

Kanan makes a muffled groaning noise, because of course she doesn't believe him.

Oh, the shame.

It still takes him a minute to get himself mostly-upright and mobile.

Staggering counts as mobile, right? Oh good, this one's his door and not Zeb's. Wait, it isn't Zeb's, right?

Right. Okay. Good.