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[2020sight]

There is a pair of very large boots up on a table, connected to a pair of very long legs, connected to a very tall man . . .

Who is snoring very loudly, with a newspaper covering his face.

Very classy.

That glass of very fine whiskey on the table is probably feeling very abandoned.

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[untiedtheknots]

That glass of very fine whiskey is finding a new home.





Mmmmmmm.

[2020sight]

Travesty, thievery and betrayal!



Zzzzz.

[untiedtheknots]

Damn straight.


Artemis leans over his face, the better to read the paper.


Siiiiip.

[2020sight]

You just can't get no respect.

Zzzzzzzz.



"If you want a paper," very dignified, "you can just ask Bar."

[untiedtheknots]

"But this one is right here."

And it came with a free drink!

[2020sight]

Epimetheus delicately lifts the bottom edge of the paper and gives her a long-suffering look.

"--Hey, is that mine?"

[untiedtheknots]

"Maaaaaaybe."

[2020sight]

Aggrieved: "If you want a drink, you can get those from the Bar, too, you know."

Disappointed Epimetheus is disappointed, Artemis.

[untiedtheknots]

"But it was lonely."

LOOK AT THE SORROW IN THE WHISKEY'S EYES, EPIMETHEUS.

[2020sight]

"You should've ordered another to keep it company!"

Logic!

[untiedtheknots]

"But it would still feel left out when I drank the second one."

Artemis: Goddess of Soothing Alcohol's Feelings.

[2020sight]

This is a noble calling, although if you ask Epimetheus, that youngster Dionysus has it pretty well under control.

"In that case," he says, discarding the paper and removing his feet from the table, "you could've ordered a bottle to keep it company."

[untiedtheknots]

Artemis has always liked her little brother well enough to give him a hand on the job.

"I suppose," she replies, pulling up a chair, "I could do that now?"

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

Not for long!

Hey, consider it back payment on couch space.

Plus Epimetheus is a lazy bum, and he's got a brother with sticky fingers.

Prometheus drops down into an adjacent seat, whiskey in hand, and props his own boots up on the table with a happy sigh.

[2020sight]

Zzzzzsnort.

Epimetheus delicately lifts the bottom edge of the paper and peers out.

". . . Is that mine?"

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

"No," Prometheus says calmly, and enjoys an oh-so-marvelous sip.

[2020sight]

Epimetheus is Suspicious.

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

"If it was yours, you'd be drinking it," Older Brother points out sensibly. "I think the facts speak for themselves here."

Consider this a free demonstration of the ancient philosophic principle "you snooze, you lose."

[2020sight]

"I think it's a terrible thing when one brother sees fit to take advantage of his own flesh and blood," Younger Brother replies, aggrieved but stoic.

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

"And I think it's a terrible thing that any brother of mine could leave so fine a thing as this alone and defenseless in a bar." Another sip. "Just think of it. Anyone could have come along and swiped it. Be grateful it was me." He crosses his ankles with a distinct air of superiority. That's shocking.

[2020sight]

"Be grateful it was an unshaven, unemployed scalawag?" He tosses the paper to the table, shaking his head. "Heavens preserve us."

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

Prometheus snorts.

And lazily kicks at his brother's feet.

"You're feeling so bitchy, get another one. How about that for a beautiful arrangement?"

[2020sight]

Epimetheus kicks back, then gives this due consideration and raises a hand.

"Garçon?"

A waitrat obligingly scurries up, and Epimetheus orders another glass, adding "And bring the bottle, why don't you."

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

Prometheus slouches further down into the seat, quite pleased with both himself and the situation at hand.

"And what are you talking about?" he announces, backtracking with no warning. "I've shaved." Pause. "Recently."

Definitely in the past two days.

Possibly.

[2020sight]

". . . Yeah-huh."