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[scurlock]

The first thing Doc sees when he opens his eyes is the top of Bar smashed up against his face.

Ow, that hurts.

The second thing Doc sees when he opens his eyes is Will, slumped over next to him, his face also smashed into Bar.

That really can't be comfortable.

Upon sitting up, Doc realizes that for one thing, his head really, really hurts. His mouth is dry and he feels like he fell off of a horse and rolled down a cliff, sore back and neck and everything's a little bit fuzzy.

There's a memory of singing and another brief hint of some poetry, and women's breasts...

"What the fargin' 'ell," he groans, before he reaches out a hand to poke the other outlaw. Maybe Will remembers something.


((Two pups, two muns, one post! It's a special. Both Doc and Will are here, and hung over, feel free to poke them as they look horribly miserable after having passed out and spent the night sleeping on Bar.))

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[will_scarlett]

The poke wakes Will up and he mutters something trying to hide but it doesn't work and he stares at Doc and then curses,

"Bloody 'ell, me 'ead 'urts, wha' 'appened?"

His head feels like its going to fall off and he's asleep on Bar, and songs oh songs.

[scurlock]

"Rum. Blame the sonovabitch pirate," is the reply, as Doc folds his arms and lowers his head to them, on the bar.

"Stop movin', Bar, please."

Even coming off frying braincells on peyote didn't make him want to die this much.

[will_scarlett]

"Jack, a Cap'n, need to kill 'em,"

Will says as he lowers his head again which doesn't help, just hurts and Bar's too solid,

"Lady Bar, ye need to be softer."

[scurlock]

"Bar, please, stop it," Doc almost begs.

After a long, almost too long moment, two small pillows appear, and Doc eagerly hands one over to Will.

"Says his ships here so he must be here, right?"

[will_scarlett]

The pillow is soft and nice and Will tries to nod but that just hurts more,

"Pirate, knows the other Will, ship's out there."

He rests his head for a moment as thoughts move slowly,

"Gibbs, Gibbs knows, 'e's 'nother pirate, 'e can 'elp."

[scurlock]

"Wish I 'ad my rifle, I could hit him from fifty yards," Doc mutters, burrowing his face into the pilow and trying to steady himself with a hand on Bar's top. "Help is good. Help is very good."

Beat.

"Never met Gibbs but help is good."

Another beat.

"...what do you remember?"

[will_scarlett]

"Got me longbow, but na proper arrows,"

Will is able to get his head up to answer and thinks very slowly,

"Was singin', I sang.."

Then there is facepalming,

"Oh God, I sang that song..an that one..."

[didntseeit.livejournal.com]

Ajedrez's hangover...isn't as bad.

This is what allows her to blink at the two even as she slides onto a stool.

"Well, you two look cheerful." Not that she knows one of them, but that's never stopped her in the past.

[scurlock]

Doc gives the lady a very bare hint of a smile.

"Blame the pirate. The Captain whats-his-name with the beads and the dangly," a motion at his face as if he was showing off his braids, "whatevers."

((fyi, order: aj, doc, will, repeat))

[will_scarlett]

Will looks up at Ajedrez's, you can see the thoughts falling into order,

"Mornin' Aj.., 'ead 'urts too much to say your name, Cap'n Jack Sparrow with the rum, 'is fault, got Lady Bar drunk, then we got drunk an there was singin'."

[didntseeit.livejournal.com]

Given that her name is said 'Akhdres', she doesn't mind.

"You can call me AJ." Then she pauses. "Oh, the Captain. With rum. I left before the singing."

[scurlock]

"Good," Doc replies, from where he's perched on the stool next to Will, almost too eager to hear that someone missed that. "Good. Really. You didn't...you're lucky you got out."

A slight nod, very slow.

"AJ. Name's Doc," a point at Will. "'e got drunk too."

[will_scarlett]

There's a try at a nod before Will just holds his head in his hands,

"Sang, lots o'singin', we toasted..., oh God, did anyone 'ear us?!"

[iambetadraconis]

There's someone who's looking positively self-satisfied. A good sleep, a gargantuan meal, and maybe a little firewhiskey—but that was several hours ago and he knows charms to hide the stink.

Ah! So that's where he is.

"Hello Weasley. Who's your friend?"

[will_scarlett]

Will looks at Rabastan and blinks a couple of times,

"Name's na Weasley, tis Scarlett, bloody wizard."

[scurlock]

"Name's Doc," comes the response, from the very comfortable man who's resting his head on the pillow given by Bar, on the bar.

Mmph. Moving his head takes effort but he manages.

[iambetadraconis]

"You sure?" Rabastan continues to tease. Then flicks Will's ear. Just to annoy. "Hair's red like a Weasley."

He then looks at the other man who's clearly alive after all.

"Hello Doc. Been keeping Weasley out of trouble while he's mullered eh?"

Only thing that would make this Kodak Moment perfect is a camera.

...if Bar's not too wasted he can ask her for one...

[will_scarlett]

The flicking gets a glare from Will who after a few moments remembers that Draco called him a Weasley too.

Luckily the pillow is comfortable so Will doesn't try and hurt Rabastan and he's going to drink his water,

"Leave Doc alone, twas all the pirate's fault, goin' to kill 'im when we're na dyin'."

[scurlock]

Bar's probably not too wasted to refuse the wizard a camera.

"Gonna get him. Ne'er had rum before the pirate gave me some, liked it, but oh Christ," Doc mutters. "Head's poundin'."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill walks up to the bar, plain clothes tonight, and takes a seat beside Will, giving a nod to the man on the otherside of him. He studies the two a moment and asks, "I miss a party or somethin?"

[will_scarlett]

Will looks up from his pillow at Bill,

"All the pirate's fault, 'e got Lady Bar drunk with rum an then we 'ad rum an then there was singin', fell asleep 'ere. Doc."

There's a gentle poking of Doc,

"Doc, meet Bill, 'e's nice e'en though 'e's a Sheriff."

[scurlock]

Sherrif?!

Doc sits straight up and nearly falls off the stool.

"Sir,"

A clearing of his throat, as he tries not to fall over.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill smiles and puts in, to defend the title of Sheriff and himself a bit, "I'm not from Will's time if that's what your worried about. We Sheriff's get a lot better as time goes on." Mostly.

"Bill Pardy, Wheelsy, South Carolina, 2006." He offers Doc his hand.

[will_scarlett]

There's an arm out to catch Doc so he doesn't fall over,

"'e's fine, good man, Doc, na need to worry."

[scurlock]

Doc appreciates the arm to catch him, then steadies himself, and offers his hand.

"Doc Scurlock, Lincon, New Mexico."

A long moment of thought.

"1878."

Yeah that's always awkward.