The Argo II is chaos. Someone (probably maybe totally Piper) made blue drinks that were definitely not supposed to be that strong, and now half the crew is giggling on the floor.

You’re leaning heavily on Leo Valdez — very heavily — like Leo is suddenly the world’s smallest crutch.

Your face is flushed, eyes half-lidded, words slurring like you’re melting. “Leooooo…” You boop his nose. “You… are… monkey man.”

Leo blinks.

“Monkey man?”

“Monkey man,” you repeat with great authority. “I’d like to kiss you, monkey man.”

Leo turns red so fast it’s honestly impressive.