"No." The expected response comes immediately, its playful undertone disguising the steely intent that lurks beneath it. No justification is forthcoming, the captain opting instead to lounge against the couch, amused at the hand that slaps her own away. "Get your own."

She's never fought against Doug and is unaware of his battle prowess - though his confidence does pull a lopsided smirk from her. "I definitely won the drinking contest, if only because I puked less." The teasing is accompanied by a prodding fingertip that pokes at his side, annoying. 

The rest of the night, though? A blur of half-remembered images and sounds with no clear context to help explain them. Try as she might, she can't even dig up any memory of a statue, regardless of what the tv has shown. 

"Guess we'll just hafta wait and see the scoreboards. Oh! Should be online, right?"

As if suddenly realizing that she was, in fact, missing a phone, Skyler looks around the apartment as if that might make one materialize. 

"You don't happen to have one on you, do you Scallywag?"

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I rolled, but we can totally decide on the result! 

John Sullivan