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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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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."

Will laughs and doesn't feel too sick,

"Promise I twon't, Doc ye need to meet George, 'e's a soldier in 'is time an a troublemaker. S...Bill, tell 'im what ye told me 'bout the puppets."

"Puppets?"

Doc arches an eyebrow.

"What's the stories about the puppets?"

Bill chuckles and shakes his head, "If you think Bar gettin drunk is crazy you really ain't seen nothin yet. Sometimes the place likes to change people into different things, different people, it's all insane and you never really know when it's gonna happen. It just does.

"Well awhile back a whole bunch of people got turned into puppets. Like felty, big mouth, crazy armed puppets. And Luz got caught in it, got all hyped up on chocolate an apple juice, and went wild around the place, jumpin from the rafters an such. Hilarious."

There's more laughter from Will and no mention of body switching, that can wait till another day,

"Aye, so 'member when ye meet 'im to ask 'im if 'e wants apple juice."

"Apple juice, I think I got it," Doc says, with a nod. "But puppets, that sounds...strange. But then again Bar's strange like that."

Luz is so going to get Bill back for ever telling anyone about the puppet thing.

"Just...don't totally freak out if you find yourself changed somehow." He advises, "It happens an everytime I seen it people always get sorted out."

Best to give the guy a warning, Bill himself never got one until it actually happened to him.

"Aye, last one 'appened on the First o'April, but ended up alright in the end. An dinna eat anythin' that bein' givin' 'way by the Bar, tis dangerous."

The last is a bit more serious since that curry was not fun though it could have been worse, far worse.

"Nothing given away by Bar," Doc notes to himself. "And don't have a fit if I get changed into somethin', okay, I'll try."

Kinda makes him want out of Bar, thankyouverymuch.

"An stay away from Tofu, no matter who's servin it." Bill advises. Then he grins and claps Doc on the shoulder, "Other then that place is great, sure you'll settle in fine."

Will tries a laugh at the look on Doc's face and his head doesn't fall off, progress,

"Aye, tis Doc, na need to worry an e'en if it gets bad, ye twon't be the only one."

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