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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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"Pleased to meet you, Doc. And, I didn't?"

Granted, she's only one person.

Hey, one person is one person.

Doc tips his...

...okay, so he's not wearing a hat but the motion is there.

"Pleasure's mine, ma'am."

One person is good, Will tries a smile but it hurts too much,

"Aye, glad ye dinna 'ear, for the best."

She gives them both a quick grin.

"Possibly for all our sakes, else I could mock you with it. Although, I might have joined in.

In Spanish."

"I sang in Spanish last time, drank tequila with Master Puss," Doc speaks up, with a raise of his hand. "About butterflies and flying and flowers, love song. I like love songs."

Though last night was not the night for love songs.

Nooooo.

"Thank ye, dinna want to be mocked, 'ead 'urts too much. When did the forge get moved into Bar?"

Will asks from somewhere around the bar top.

"We have a forge?"

Doc wants to know the same thing.

"Obviously, cause someone brought the iron inside, make it stop, please," he begs.

One hand goes to his temple.

"S'gonna explode."

"That might 'elp."

Will brightens at the idea of his head exploding since then it wouldn't hurt anymore,

"Other Will is a smith, tis a forge somewhere, dinna know why 'e's in 'ere though."

"He's not," she supplies.

Helpfully.

"Damn well feels like it, though," Doc counters.

Helpfully.

"Oh."

Is all Will can get out then is quiet for a long time, Bar is nice to rest his head on.

"Maybe you two need to go to bed?"

"That requires two things," Doc explains, holding up three-then-two fingers. "Moving. And stairs."

Headshake.

None of that.

Will tries to nod but it hurts so from somewhere Barwards can be heard,

"Need water an the pain thingies, that'll 'elp."

"Painkillers," she supplies, and then she glances at the Bar.

"Painkillers. Y'know they use cocaine to put people to sleep in hospital?" Doc offers.

"Dinna know what cocaine is, will it make me 'ead stop 'urtin'? Only e'er 'ad those wee pill thingies, which 'elped kinda."

"It's a drug that makes you feel good. Currently illegal in my time."

Which is why her daddy makes a lot of money from it, yes.

"Puts people to sleep an' makes 'em numb, not supposed to use it, s'bad for you but people do anyways," he says, as he shrugs. Shrugging is less worse than nodding.

"Aye, so na cocaine."

Will tries nodding again, yup still hurts. Then asks,

"Lady Bar, could we 'ave those pill thingies for when yer 'ead 'urts."

A packet of aspirin type pills appear and some water.

"That, and I don't think Senora Bar would hand it out."

"No, she probably wouldn't." Doc agrees, and he eyes the pills put on the bar.

He'll stick with water.

(OOC: We will be and thanks for tagging)

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