Luke hadn’t done anything wrong. He’d done his part. Lobo had been subdued, and Luke had specifically told his team that it was up to them to take him down. But they’d ignored him, choosing to celebrate their “victory” instead. And then the Czarnian broke out from the mud [color=f7941d][i](Come on, don’t tell me that the team actually thought it would hold him)[/i][/color] and tried to shoot the Titans down, almost succeeding if not for Sentinel, seemingly blinded by rage… though Luke sensed an ulterior motive, a hidden one… maybe one even Sentinel didn’t know about. But he’d taken Lobo away from the team, and away from civilians. He protected them. Luke had to give him credit for that. 

So when the Justice League arrived, Luke stayed quiet. During the flight back to base, he stayed quiet. And when Rose berated the team, he stayed quiet. Because Luke hadn’t done anything wrong.

[i][color=f7941d]You’re wrong. I’m as equally at fault as the rest of the Titans are. There’s no blame game to play. I can’t feel sorry for myself.[/color][/i]

Following the events of the day, Luke felt that the natural way to deal with it was to drink up. That isn’t to say that he was an alcoholic. No. Contrary to the popular belief that beer was an Australian’s lifeline, Luke did not normally drink. But he was feeling quite crappy at this point in time, and what better way to forget about it than a good ol’ fashioned hangover?

Evan, ever the flirter, had retrieved a bottle of mead, making a comment to Simone that screamed ‘Take that edge off for my advances.’ Luke may have read it wrong, but that’s what he got, and he was, quite frankly, confused. Pistolera was easily the scariest of the three girls in the team; why anyone would make a pass at her at the threat of having their genitals shot off was beyond Luke. Oh well, it was a free country, and he supposed that Evan could always just shapeshift them back to their original state. It would be a shame if such a handsome guy let his package go to waste. [i][color=f7941d]Wait, what?[/color][/i]

Following Amazon’s toast, Luke poured himself some mead, taking a sip of the sweet beverage. What was almost ‘Cheers, handsome,’ came out as [color=f7941d]“Cheers,”[/color] confusing Luke even further. Just one taste of alcohol and he was already tipsy. Why was Evan so attractive? [b][i][color=f7941d]Wait, WHAT?[/color][/i][/b]

Shaking his head profusely, Luke tried to clear it. When that didn’t work, he drank from his cup. What was one sip turned into multiple gulps, and a few moments later he’d finished his glass and was pouring a second, looking at Evan once more. He was so majestic, so [i]godly[/i]. How could someone like him exist?

[b][i][color=f7941d]"WAIT, WHAT?"[/color][/i][/b]