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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.))

Comments

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, will 'elp, promise,"

Will tries another head nod and it doesn't hurt too much.

[didntseeit.livejournal.com]

"However, it's a bit like boiling water."

[scurlock]

Doc knows about boiling water. You've got to boil water to get bath water.

Well not in this place.

So he nods.

Ow, wait, bad idea.

[will_scarlett]

There's a blank look from Will but he just nods carefully,

"Aye, takes a bit but 'elps."

[didntseeit.livejournal.com]

"You just can't wait for it. Otherwise it'll never happen."

[scurlock]

Doc arches an eyebrow curiously.

"Well it obviously ain't instant."

[will_scarlett]

"Nay, an 'ad a bloody lot o'rum, need to make sure we get the pirate back."