[hr][hr][center][b]Percy Moore[/b]
[color=598527][sub][b]LOCALE[/b] // Smith's Rest, New Anchorage
[b]TIME[/b] // Afternoon-ish[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr]
[indent]Percy was completely and utterly silent the whole time Madison talked him down, the scolding and the good hard slap to the face sobering him up just enough to realize he was being absolutely inappropriate. His big drunken grin was replaced with the far more familiar look of concern and nervousness. Madison doesn't deserve that kind of behavior out of him. While he actually had no clue of her preferences, he [i]did[/i] know that Madison looked up to him. Just like he saw her as a sort of second daughter, she sees him as a father figure. That made his stomach churn - the thought of saying similar things to Ana [i]really[/i] put it into perspective. As she stormed off, one thought crossed his mind. [color=lightsteelblue][i]I fucked up hugely.[/i][/color]

Even if his brain was a muddled drunk haze, he was trying to think of how in the hell to even [i]begin[/i] to apologize for being such a creep. Would an apology even make it better? He had a strong feeling it really wouldn't. He froze up as he noticed all the pairs of eyes glaring at him, his stomach lurching once again. He gave a brief glance to his two fellow pilots, but then focused back on everyone else, chest tightening. 

First it was the shit on stage, and now it's this? Percy would be shocked if his dumb face wasn't on the news the next day. He swallowed whatever it was that was burning the back of his throat, be it literal bile or just the figurative sting of anxiety, and he quickly stood up, stumbling out of the canteen. The lobby looked [i]far[/i] more inviting than either the conference hall or the canteen.

With a mumbled apology to nobody in particular - the whole room, really - he walked out of the canteen. Since he took a seat closest to an exit, the obvious odor of alcohol went with him. More people stared, their gazes gouging into Percy's skin as he sat down. As much as he wanted to run and just go home with Ana and Zach, Graham stated that the group had to stay in that building until it was over, or [i]else.[/i] The pilot didn't want to figure out what 'or else' might be, so Percy didn't. He instead leaned back into the chair and watched the small flecks of snow fall to the ground outside. His breathing had slowed and calmed when noticed he had a notification. He pulled it up, and when he read it, he smiled just a little.
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[color=f7941d]From: Zach Young
To: Percy Moore
Subject: undefined

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝙰𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚉𝚊𝚌𝚑. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚉𝚊𝚌𝚑. 𝙸, 𝙰𝚗𝚊, 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝! <𝟹 (𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝)

Sincerely,
Zach Young[/color]
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As Percy marked it as read and locked his datapad again, he sighed. At least he's doing right by Ana, right?
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