Captain Troy Tempest might be the hero of the Wasps. But he sure was looking sorry for himself now. Atlanta couldn't help chuckle at the pair of them.
"My my, anyone would think you boys had been chasing mechanical fish all night, rather then a retirement bash! Phones, are you here to help or napping?"
"I would say this here's a lounge and I'm a-lounging." Phones said. He opened one eye and addressed Troy. "How's your head there, captain?"
The captain didn't budge. Not even when Phones pulled a hand from behind his head and smacked him on the back.
"Well I don't know about you but I'm glad we switched to that non-alcholic stuff after nine." Troy groaned lifting his head. "I must be getting old. I'm sure I didn't drink that much but I've had better bumps on the head then this."
"I'm not surprised. That fruit punch certainly packed a kick." Atlanta said without sympathy. Just hands on hips looking down at the pair. "Now did you fellas come to lend a hand tidying up or just watch us do all the work."
"Sorry honey." Troy apologised getting up. He tipped Phones feet off the coffee table as he did so, much to the navigators annoyance. "Say, how come you're so chipper? You two girls stayed up just as late as the rest of us."
"Thats because most of us were pretty sensible last night thank you. We played it safe with the mocktails didn't we?" Atlanta laughed ajusting his collar and turned to her other friend. "What about you Marina? You okay there?"
Marina, despite a borrowed woolly jumper over her dress, smiled back nodding enfusaticly. Then mimed a little wriggly motion with her hands.
"Hey. Who you calling a fish?" Troy replied, good naturedly.
"I dunno skipper, we sure did drank like them last night." Phones teased, finally getting up.
"True." Troy agreed. Then laughed as Marina signed again, followed by a clumsy letter. "Fish. R? Oh I've got it. Fisher, that's who you mean?"
Marina nodded.
"Last I saw him the boy was spark out on his couch at home after we dropped him off." Phones frowned.
"Yeah I better go check how he's doing huh?" Troy said but didn't get away that easily.
"Oh no you don't." Atlanta insisted. "John's fine. He went on duty two hours ago with a bacon roll and a strong cup of coffee. You two on the other hand, can start taking these boxes back to storage and the decorations back to your car Troy."
To emphasise her point she pushed an already full box into his arms.
"Bacon roll and coffee while we tidy up? How do you like that?" Troy scoffed but carried the box out anyway.
"Some fellas have all the luck." Phones agreed. "What do you think Marina?"
Marina much to Atlanta's amusement, followed her example, answered with a nod. Then raised her eyebrows and held out a crate of ornaments expectedly.
"Well I guess that's me told!"