Michael shrugged as Wally interuppted, straightening in his seat as he ordered some scotch. Even if Wonder Woman did end up ordering a drink, there was no way she was a lightweight. She didn't seem it, and certainly wouldn't allow herself to get to the point of being considered 'smashed'.

He watched Wally order more whiskey as he downed his own beverage, wondering how his current mood must have been. Probably not too good. Oops, his bad. Maybe he should rub his back to show that he cared... or ruffle his hair... or pat his shoulder. Actually, no, he'd just keep his hands to himself. That was probably the best display of platonic affection.

He almost choked on the scotch as Wally abruptly brought up the subject of Superboy-Prime. He clutched a hand to his chest as he swallowed thickly, composing himself, before setting down his glass.

"What?! No--! Why would I do that?!" He didn't catch the joke. He could never tell with Wonder Woman.