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[fatboyrun.livejournal.com]

"Shit," says a voice. "Shit shit shit shit shit--"

Dennis scrambles through the bar, around a table, nearly runs smack into a patron, and flings himself behind the bar. It isn't a graceful string of movements; he almost winds up flat on his face a few times (there is a particularly unfortunate incident with a chair), and it's full of awkward stops and starts as he avoids obstacles, but he gets where he was going without any major damage.

(Besides whatever clatters and crashes when he chucks his plastic bag behind the bar.)

He groans and flops over the bar, head down.

"Half-price drink for anybody who talks to their neighbour instead of me," he wheezes into the wood.

[tag: ben wade, dennis doyle, eirene]

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[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

The guy nearly ran into him, and he followed him to the bar to say something. But then Nathan just stared instead.

"You sound like the end of the hour, what the hell was with that?"

(ooc haven't tagged this pup, and it needs to be remedied, even though I'm fighting sleepiness and got an early day at work again tomorrow, so might go slow at any time)

[fatboyrun.livejournal.com]

"Nrgh," says Dennis eloquently, without lifting his head.

This may mean 'no half-price for you, mate.'

Of course, this may also mean 'oh, go on and leave me to die in peace.'

You never know.

[OOC: Completely fine! :D]

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Mild sympathy from the almost Congressman from New York as he remarked with a head tilt, "Yeah, I just had some months like that, what happened to you?"

He studied him a moment longer.

[fatboyrun.livejournal.com]

Dennis hauls himself up. "I," he says, in the sort of breathless where every word is a struggle, "forgot. My shift."

[paladinsuitsyou]

"I haven't got any neighbors," Booth says plaintively. "As soon as somebody sits down, I'll chat. Is that good enough?"

[fatboyrun.livejournal.com]

After a moment, the voice registers; after another moment, Dennis thinks he recognizes it.

He raises his head.

Yep, he was right.

Dennis makes an effort. "Yes," he wheezes, rubbing the new red spot on his forehead. "That'll do."

(Dennis does not look particularly good, after he's been running. In the way where he looks like death. Really out of shape death.)

[paladinsuitsyou]

"You OK, man?" Booth asks, concerned.

The other guy is awfully red. "Have some water, maybe?"

[fatboyrun.livejournal.com]

"Nahhh," he says, heaving himself up with judicious help from his lean on the bar. He pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket and starts pulling it off, his breath slowly returning to him. "It'll be good in a minute."

[eirenikos]

At some point after Eirene has gotten her drink order, she glances over and performs a class double-take.

"Angel!"

Booth, prepare to be hugged.

[paladinsuitsyou]

Booth blinks. "Do I know you?"

People don't usually wander around calling him an angel. It's not his style.

[eirenikos]

Apparently she doesn't, seeing as how the hug, however brief it is, was tight enough for her to hear his heartbeat. Which means this isn't Angel.

"Oh ... drat. I'm sorry. You look exactly like a friend of mine. His name is Angel."

And now she'll step back, blushing.

[eirenikos]

There's a vaguely tired blonde now seated on a stool halfway down the bar. "Would you mind getting me a green tea? Dollop of honey with no lemon."

[fatboyrun.livejournal.com]

Dennis realizes, after a minute, that someone is talking to him.

He looks up, sweaty, out of breath, and red. Very red.

"...Huh?"

[eirenikos]

Eirene is just now noticing what he looks like, and frowns. "Sit down and get yourself a glass of water. And breathe slowly for a little while," she adds. Helpfully.

[fatboyrun.livejournal.com]

"I'm, I'm fine," he assures her, in a bravado-filled yet singularly unconvincing breathy wheeze, and he pushes himself up.

He starts patting himself down; a cigarette is exactly what this situation needs.

He remembers himself after a few seconds. "Get you anything?"

[almosthonorable]

Ben misses the spectacular display of agility from the 'tender, but approaches the bar just in time to hear his request.

"Now that ain't no way to be, son."

He settles on a stool.

"Gotta be sociable. And we hafta trade words so I can order a whiskey."

[fatboyrun.livejournal.com]

Dennis groans something into the bar; it is followed shortly by the slightly less unintelligible: "One minute."

[almosthonorable]

Bemused, "If you're gonna fall over, just say so. Think I can find the Whyren's."

[fatboyrun.livejournal.com]

"I'm not," says Dennis breathlessly, heaving himself up all spotty and sweaty, "going to fall over."

Beat.

"Bless you. Think you can find the what?"

[eirenikos]

Pardon the staring from the blonde woman several stools down. She hasn't seen anything even remotely resembling a cowboy in, well, at least a century."

[almosthonorable]

He notices the pretty blonde in his periphery.

He also notices the staring.

His lips twitch, but he keeps his eyes on his glass.

One beat.

Two.

"Scoot down here for a closer look, and I'll get your next drink."

[eirenikos]

Well, if he's going to be obvious about it, then Eirene doesn't see anything wrong with making a new friend. One with a beautiful hat.

"As you like."

Consider the woman moved to the stool over from Ben.

Complete with bright smile.

"I'll have a second tea."

[imthegoodguy.livejournal.com]

"I think you need to find another vocation," quips Ben.

[fatboyrun.livejournal.com]

"Nnnngh," groans Dennis into the bar.

He is agreeing. We think.

[imthegoodguy.livejournal.com]

Ben is highly tempted to poke him.

" -- are you alive?"