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Jun. 15th, 2017 01:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So, things are still a bloody mess, and Jim is about dead on his feet. Once again, he did not intend to come to the bar and once more, here he is and unable to get back out. He doesn't have the energy to yell at Bar this time, so he goes upstairs and takes a shower and even tries to sleep...which lasts forty-five minutes, before he's woken up by his brain screaming about all the things that need to be done. Progress has been made, but he's not going to be able to rest until he's removed the people at the root of the issue.
So he drags himself back downstairs, and the door still won't open. He turns to look at Bar. She produces a sandwich, and a pint of cold water, with her usual silence except it still manages to be pointed. Jim grits his teeth, and slopes over to the nearest stool.
'Forcing care on people is a violation of their human rights.'
Bar does not seem overly concerned.
So he drags himself back downstairs, and the door still won't open. He turns to look at Bar. She produces a sandwich, and a pint of cold water, with her usual silence except it still manages to be pointed. Jim grits his teeth, and slopes over to the nearest stool.
'Forcing care on people is a violation of their human rights.'
Bar does not seem overly concerned.