Rating: K
Words: 315
"Doesn't she usually just pass out when she drinks too much?"
Dojo sighed ruefully at his friend's bemused comment, keeping an eye on where the Commander and a few other task force men were holding an animated discussion with a tipsy Iku across the room. "Yes. Which means she hasn't drunk enough, or she'd be easier to deal with." Komaki snorted loudly, tipping his face into his drink.
"There it is again. Honestly, Dojo, you sure are one to talk," he commented around the rim of his glass. Dojo ignored the prod, trying to think of a subtle way to change the topic of discussion when Tezuka spoke up from his other side.
"She reminds me more of Commander Genda than she does of you, sir," Tezuka stated knowingly, the blush on his face being the only indication of how many drinks he'd had. Komaki and Dojo both turned to stare, taking in this new addition. "I mean, they're both so rash, and noisy. And they both have a tendency to kind of…" he paused to hiccup. "Say the first thing that pops into their heads." He looked over at his superiors, finally noticing their stares. He furrowed his brow and blinked once, slowly, trying to get his bearings through the muddle of his brain. Komaki looked like he was about to reply when Tezuka stiffened abruptly, startling them both. "I'm so sorry! I don't mean to bad-mouth the Commander! It was- that is-" Tezuka looked panicked, desperately searching for words to remedy the situation.
"It's alright; they're just observations, Tezuka. Nothing to apologize for," Komaki replied placatingly, having recovered from Tezuka's outburst first. Dojo followed suit, clapping him on the shoulder. Tezuka swayed a little with the action.
"It's fine, Tezuka, you weren't bad-mouthing him." Tezuka still looked worried, but immensely relieved, his emotions showing through very clearly under the influence of alcohol.