Author's Note: Oh, boy. It's this chapter.

This is more or less the aftermath of Eagle getting drunk, hence the name "Wasted Eagle." It has a few canon elements, being that he's drunk, but other than that, it's all of the head, baby. I would like to (sarcastically) thank Fizz for asking me to do this. This probably was the biggest block I've ever come to since writing this year, and that's saying something. So, uh, thanks for that? But once I got an idea in my head, it spilled out pretty nicely, I can say that. Okay, that was a lie, this was very hard to write. But hey, it was fun!

Anyways, enjoy. I will warn you, it's slightly explicit. Nothing too much, just some foul language and a couple sexual references beyond some other stuff I wrote, but it is still T.

Oh, and keep giving Fizz some of that wonderful support, whydontcha? And maybe check my story out, too?

~The Wasted Eagle~

A rustling could be heard in the bushes in Josiah's backyard. After a loud "whoosh," out stumbled Aileen, who was half-dragging a drunk Josiah. He was slightly walking, but Aileen was doing most of the work. She managed to somehow get him through his back door and laid him by the couch. With him down, she stretched her back and walked into the kitchen. She filled a cup with water and walked back over to Josiah, dumping it on his face.

"Ack!" he sputtered. "The hell was that for?" He stood up and wiped the water off his face.

"For ignoring me! I warned you against getting drunk, and then you turn around and do exactly what I told you to not do!"

Josiah walked, or rather, staggered into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of pop out of the fridge.

"Stupid drinking laws," he said. "Guess I'll have to settle with a Tentacola for now." He popped it open and downed the bottle.

"See? That's my point, Josiah. If that were a beer, you would'a chugged it, just like the others. You have to stay away from that shit, it's not good for you."

"That's what you think." He let out a large belch, causing Aileen to wrinkle her nose.

"I swear, Josiah, you can be extremely difficult sometimes."

"Uh, yeah, everybody can."

"That's not my point. You are especially difficult, another level of difficult. This is one of those times. Were I not as patient as I am…"

"What? You'd slap me? Beat me? That's not like you at all. Anyways, I'm gonna go watch TV. You can join me if you want." He staggered into the living room, slumping down in the chair.

"Josiah, stop ignoring me. You need to recognize that you screwed up."

"Uh, you call getting drunk 'screwing up?'"

"Yes."

"Well, I don't. I'm fine, nothing bad is happening."

Aileen broke down at this. "Nothing bad? NOTHING BAD? You're blind then, because you're not doing good things for our relationship." She slowly began approaching Josiah. "You being drunk isn't only annoying as hell. I had to drag your damn body here, since you wouldn't come yourself. But on the way, guess what? You said that basically, if I didn't let you fuck me, you'd find a different person to fuck." Josiah flinched, as Aileen never, never used that kind of language. "And it wasn't that bad. It was one of Fizz's Octolings. A FUCKING SEX ADDICT! There would be no way you wouldn't get it! And the worst part? I WAS RIGHT THERE. I heard it all, you had no shame in saying it." She slapped him in the face, hard.

"That's for ignoring me!"

Slap.

"That's for accepting the drink in the first place!"

Slap.

"That's for letting me drag you home!"

Punch.

"And that is for suggesting you dump me for a sex addict!"

Defeated, she slumped down on the floor, tears streaming down her face. Josiah rubbed his face and then turned towards her. He didn't notice, but that final punch had caused him to shift back to his basic color, black. He was born that way, where by default, he had black tentacle hair. He had to focus slightly to keep them green, and that blow had managed to distract him.

"Aileen?" No response, just some choked sobs. "Aileen, I'm...I'm sorry. I made a mistake, I should've listened to you. I should've never even accepted the drink. All this is my fault, I'm really sorry. Please, forgive me."

Aileen looked up at him, eyes red and puffy, still sobbing. "I-I forgive you. J-just, please, please listen to me next time, okay?"

"Okay." Josiah smiled.

"So...what now?"

"I think you know what I'm gonna suggest." Josiah smiled provocatively.

"Yeah, no. We need to do something else."

"Okay, fine."

"First, your tentacles are black now."

"Huh?" He scrunched up his face, changing them back to lime green.

"That's better. Second, we could watch some TV."

"Hmm...not a bad idea." Josiah scooted to the couch and made room for her to lay beside him. "Wanna sit?" he asked, patting the space he had made.

"Oh, do I?" Aileen hopped onto the couch, and actually cuddled with Josiah, despite her protests for more sexual activities.

Both were asleep, the TV still on. Aileen awoke after maybe two or three hours of sleep and got up to stretch. She looked down at Josiah's sleeping body.

"Ah, Josiah," she said. "You screwed up big time, but it looks like all's well again." She sighed and thought she should get him to his bed one way or another. After accidentally dropping him on the floor, he didn't stir, so she knew that she would be fine simply dragging him. Her trip up the stairs was harder than expected, but since she worked for the army for two years, she was used to physical strain.

She managed to somehow get him in his bed. Looking down at him again, she smiled, realizing that although he would have a terrible hangover, he would be all right when he woke up.

"Goodnight," she whispered, and then left the room.