For: Cybra's Challenge #3
Challenge: write a fic based off a picture
Picture used: Regan's bnd.gothichamlet. com/art/bndtommysogay.jpg

Author's Notes:
-I own nothing. Please don't sue.
-This ficlet is set in the 75 year gap of FUTURE, during the war with Madam Margaret. (The same universe as my Doctor Kuki story)
-Kale is the fictional name we invented for 30C.

Chad's Decision

It was six years into the war with Madame Margaret when Chad made the most concrete decision of his life.

He sat back in his armchair, taking generous sips of tequila, watching the scene unfold.
Tommy, Chad decided, was a hyper drunk. He was frolicking around the room screaming things that varied between "wheeee!" and "I'm a pretty lady!"

Lee was sitting in the corner by himself with the large fuzzy hat on his lap. He was petting it and apologizing for getting ketchup on it during dinner. Tears started to run down his face, and he quickly whipped them away with hand, all the time apologizing to his face for getting it wet. Chad couldn't decide if Lee was a crier or hallucinating.

Kale must have been a nervous drunk. He was gripping his glass like a vice and look around suspiciously. Every time Tommy pranced into his general vicinity, the Hawaiian boy would noticeably jump, spilling beer all over the couch he was seated on. Chad wondered if he had managed to get any of it in his mouth, or if he was just freaked out over seeing his comrades acting so strangely.

Finally, Chad looked at Wally and smirked. The boy had proven himself a worthy soldier since the beginning. He threw himself into everything he did, pushing to extremes to achieve seemingly impossible goals. Through his determination and stubbornness, Wally achieved feats that made even Chad believe he might be invinsible.

That was until tonight. Even thickheadedness couldn't save Wally from his short height and small build. Wally was currently curled up on the floor, hugging a pillow to his chest with drool dribbling down his chin. Wally was an absolute lightweight.

Just as he was reveling in this image, Tommy unceremoniously fell into his lap and batted his eyelashes at Chad. "Hey there, sailor. Wanna buy this pretty lady a drink?"

Chad promptly stood up and left the room, leaving Tommy in a pile on the floor. It was then that he made his big decision. Chad would never give alcohol to minors again.


Author's Note (take two):
Scone and I cannot stop saying 'Hey there, sailor' to each other. It's a disease! ...and Regan is ready to kill us for it. XD