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Atton is outside, training.

He has a dozen or so floating targets, like dartboards, zipping around him very quickly and firing stun bolts down at him from tiny holes at the sides. It's very obvious that he cobbled them together from various machines.

He's blindfolded, and he's alternating between throwing knives at them with one hand and shooting them with another, while dodging the stun bolts. Judging by the bright, chirpy green flashes and the heavy blaster scoring and multiple knife marks on and immediately around the bullseye, he's doing quite well.

He may be grinning from ear to ear, because it's reassuring to know that he's not helpless without the Force.

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"Aye, good an tis cold, I'm goin' in."

Then Will gets up off the ground and offers Atton a hand.

Atton hops up on his own.
"We should get alcohol."

"Oh aye, warm alcohol."

"Yeah." Atton grins.

"Probably shouldna get too drunk, Kate may yell at me, but aye drinkin' is good."

"Naaah. Surely Kate can appreciate the joys of getting drunk."

"'ccordin' to 'er, she's too young for 'er world so dinna think she can. Ah well, we'll just 'ave to get drunk for 'er."

"That's a cause I can get behind!" Atton beams.

Soon warm and inside and Will beams at Bar,

"Lady Bar, could we 'ave lots o'good warm drinks to try."

The glasses starts appearing, many of them are steaming.

Atton rubs his hands gleefully.
"Drinking contest?"

"Oh aye. Ye're the 'urt one so ye get to decide what the winner gets."

Will is being fair, isn't that good of him.

"I think the winner should get more alcohol!" Sometimes, Atton's imagination isn't great.

"Fair 'nough." Then Will starts on the first glass.

Atton, too, starts on his first glass.

Apparently most of the drinks are warm and potent, Will is considering singing as he pats Atton on the back,

"Missed drinkin' with ye."

"An' I missed you, too." Atton says cheerfully, rather tipsy. "'Cept when I hallucinated you. Then I didn't miss you. But the rest of the time!"

"When ye did what to me?"

Tipsy is good, Will might be leaning a bit on Atton since Atton's taller thus good for leaning on.

"You'll know when you're older." Atton says solemnly, ruffling Will's hair.

"I'm old 'nough, Kate'll tell ye."

Atton snickers.
"Yeah. You're, what, a fully grown man now, right? Well, hallucinating's when y'see something that ain't there."

Atton gets poked,

"Ye're an ass, Atton, an should 'ope so, dinna wish 'er to be complainin'."

"You're an ass." Nudging Will. "And I'm sure she isn't complaining, don't worry."

"Oh aye, she makes the most lovely noises."

"Red, y'might want t'not go into details there, man. Mean, I'm not really interes'd in what y'do in private-like."

Will gives Atton a sad face,

"Oh aye, course na, she'd be un'appy too. Glad ye're my friend, Atton an na dead or crazy, well crazier."