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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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"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."

"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?"

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."

"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?"

"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..."

Doc hums something under his breath about a horse and then resists the urge to smash his face into the wooden surface.

"And I sang about a horse and a woman's...oh Christ."

His ears blaze red with embarassment.

Will remembers that song, he tries to hide in his pillow, muttering through it,

"Did anyone 'ear us?"

"I sure as hell hope to God no, please Bar, tell us nobody heard us."

No answer.

"Oh, Christ."

"She's 'ungo'er too, forgive us Lady Bar, meant well,"

Will is patting and stroking Bar since he feels bad but then the songs and the toasts,

"Did we really toast...?"

The words can't make it out but there are gestures and blushing and embarassement.

If it wasn't a bad idea, Doc would be giving Bar alcohol now to make up for it.

"We meant well, Bar, honest."

He rests his head on his pillow. The room doesn't spin as much when he's holding on for dear life.

Then he cringes.

"An' sang about them too."

"We did, Lady Bar, tis the pirate's fault."

The pillow is a wonderful thing, its soft but Will's head feels like someone's pounding it with a hammer,

"God Almighty, sang to Sariel too."

"Evil pirate. Bad pirate."

Yes, very bad pirate.

Doc can't open his mouth without prying his tongue off the roof, the dryness making his head pound as well. He's afraid, however, to order water. He doesn't want it splashed on him.

"Aye, with the singin' an the rum. 'mind to ne'er drink rum 'gain, 'greed Doc, na more rum e'er."

Will manages to get out though it takes a while, thoughts are just moving slowly.

"Whiskey. Only whiskey. Whiskey doesn't make me this damn fargin' dizzy."

There's a hand moving up to the edge of the bartop to hang on.

"No rum. Please, no rum."

Beat.

"Please stop movin', Bar, we ain't on a ship, ne'er been on a ship 'fore, don't want to go on a ship, just want to sleep."

"She's na movin', someone moved the smithy in 'ere, can ye 'ear the 'ammer?"

Will corrects through his pillow then some more thoughts fall into place,

"Need water, water 'elps an those pill things for pain."

"Water, right," Doc says, before he sits up (if propping oneself up on forearms and lifting ones head is considered 'up') and looks at the Bar.

"Water, Bar, please, ma'am."

After a long time, two jugs of water appear near the general area of the two outlaws heads.

Will is able to prop his head on his pillow,

"Water, thank ye Lady Bar, make sure ye 'ave some too."

Doc can help out with this. Very carefully, he tips the jug (after a healthy swallow or six for himself) and lets a little onto the bar, into the cracks that damn pirate was pouring rum into earlier.

"I'm a doctor. I fix things," he explains, with a pat.

Water is good, water helps though it takes a while, Will is drinking water,

"Dinna know ye're a Doc, or forgot. Lady Bar 'e'll make it better, need those thingies for pain."

"Ne'er told you, don't think," Doc offers, with a shrug.

Eventually some little tablets show up. Doc hates medicine but knows they work (of course it's not the real strong stuff like he's used to) and he sighs.

Then passes some to Will.

Medecine can be helpful, Will takes some with water and then rests his head on the pillow again,

"Must be useful, bein' a doctor an an outlaw."

"Helps when boys get hurt, though most time when boys got hurt, they died, couldn't save them."

Doc looks down and then carefully sets some painkillers down on the wood and smashes them softly with his jug of water, then drips water on them.

"Here, ma'am, this'll help."

"Tuck fixes us up, 'e's good at it though sometimes tis too late,"

More water is drunk since that's depressing to think about and also head hurting too much.

"Chavez got in the stomach, I fixed him up, but couldn't save Dick, Dick was gone 'fore I got to him and I got hit in the hand,"

He sips at the water. It tastes good.

Very carefully, Will puts an arm around Doc and drinks more water,

"'appens sometimes, tis 'ard bein' an outlaw."