The alcohol was kicking in, so when Lockon reached over to brush at his hair he wavered a bit. He didn't seem perturbed by the action, and actually ended up leaning against his friend's side. "I don't wanna lose my Gundam... And I like not being keelhauled... what's keelhauled?"

Quite tipsy now, but not wanting to get in trouble with Sumeragi-san, he filled another shot and downed it. Five down, and half a bottle left. The boy was doomed to be drunk by the end of the bottle. The world was a sort of slightly-brighter, smoother place now, and Lockon's shoulder was very comfortable...