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Wraith. With alcohol, a gun he's taken apart to diagram and check over, and a Fiend on the seat next to him.
Yup, that's all you get.

Botherable.

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[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard's noticed how close Michael is, and is more tensed to try and dodge than grab his gun-unfortunately, either option has the drawback of Michael probably being faster than he is.

"Then let me gt up and I'll save this for later."

When he's a good deal more sober and has a lot more distance between himself and Michael.

[unwraith.livejournal.com]

Oh, right. Save it for later, when Sheppard feels like it, or is ready to shoot Michael in the back.
Not bloody likely.
"You've already said you can't leave permanently." Voice cold, before a noise off to one side grabs his attention. His gaze flickers away, a quick glance thrown over his shoulder.

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard knows an opportunity when he sees one, and he's not afraid to take it. Rather than risk a full on fight-one he's almost guaranteed to lose-Sheppard decides that escape is a far preferably option. As soon as Michael looks away, he hurrying off with surprising speed, given the fact that he's pretty well snockered.