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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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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 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."

Sherrif?!

Doc sits straight up and nearly falls off the stool.

"Sir,"

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

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.

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

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

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.

Bill catches the awkward moment and grins, "New here huh? Don't worry it don't get any less crazier but you learn to handle it a little better longer your here."

He turns to Will after pulling his hand back, "Speakin of crazy, didja say that Bar got drunk?"

"Aye, sir, pirate Cap'n named Jack started it by pourin' it on 'er an then we all got involved. Rum tis a dangerous drink."

The last is said very seriously with a nod and amazingly, Will's head doesn't fall off.

"Very dangerous drink," Doc agrees. "Ne'er had rum before and then we were singin', and Will was dancin' with a lady," he nods.

And hey, his head doesn't fall off either!

"Captain Jack...Oh I know him. Sorta. I owe him rum." And Jack owes him an alibi of sorts.

"Way you two look though I feel a bit lucky to have missed it all. Cept for the dancin part. She a nice one Will?"

"Friend, flies on a starship, na me Molly,"

Will just grins a happy, smug, hungover grin at the thought of Molly and the facepalms,

"Bloody 'ell, the toasts, she's goin' to kill me."

"Just don't talk about the toasts," Doc says, cringing. "We don't need to talk about the toasts. Nobody heard the toasts. I really hope nobody heard the toasts."

And of course now Bill is all sorts of interested. "Toasts?"

Bill gets Will's innocent face,

"Na 'mportant, just some silly toasts twas all, sir."

"Just toasts for friends."

Yeah. Cause women's breasts are friends.

"Right." Bill clearly doesn't believe them and it's a sure thing he'll be asking others about it soon enough.

"Sounds like a good night then. Looks like ya'll could use some coffee now though. Buy you two a cup?" He offers.

"Aye, sir, will it 'elp?"

And yay for change of subject, all for shifting away from toast to women's breasts to coffee.

Doc perks at the idea of coffee. It's a step up from water.

He nods.

"Please, sir, if you wouldn't mind?"

He also wants to get away from the topic of breasts.

"Couldn't hurt." Bill shrugs at Will. "Alright I'll buy the coffee but you all, seriously, gotta stop callin me 'sir'. Makes me feel old."

Not even the boys at the station call him sir.

"But ye're a Sheriff, 'pposed to call ye sir, sir."

Will says with a firm nod and then holds his head for a bit.

"It's respect," Doc offers. "Title and all, you earned it."

Granted Doc's only dealings with sheriffs lately have been corrupt ones that have ended up dead.

Oops?

"You don't have to. Hell no one back home does. They all call me Chief, which I don't mind. Use that if you got to but this place is way outside my jurisdiction an you say 'sir' an I think there's someone standing behind me I outta be saluting or something." He tells them as he waves over a wait rat and puts in an order for coffee.

"Aye, will try, just 'abit tis all,"

Will risks a smile and it actually works better,

"Could be worse, could be callin' ye milord, s...Bill."

Doc nods. "Could be worse."

Could be drunk still, that would be worse.

"Oh don't do that." Bill almost begs. "An especially don't let Luz here you call me that. You do an you can bet he's gonna be callin me 'milord' for the rest of my damn life."