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Lockheed cracked an eye open and groaned. His eyes felt gummy...and his tail...and his mouth...and was he curled around a bottle? Ohhhh, bottle. The cool glass felt gooooood on his head. He wasn't sure how long he snuggled the thing before he realized the darkness wasn't night time. nope, it was cloth!

Or leather.

His sniffer wasn't doing so well right now.

"Baaaaaaaaaaggggggggg?" he cooed up at the darkness. Oh, wait, that was an engine sound! That was....really not helping with his head. Not at all. A whole bottle whiskey (and something extra Kit had given him to make him sleep longer) and a roaring engine just wasn't good. "Ssssssstop! Sssssstop, needssss air!"