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[scurlock]

When Doc enters the bar tonight, it's from a hotel room in Montgomery. He's carrying a bag over his shoulder, and isn't surprised to see that Milliways has decided to show up. After a quick trip to his apartment in the staff wing to change his clothes and shower, he makes a trip out to the stables to check on things.

Once he's satisfied with the state of the stock (and taken note of some new arrivals), he ends up at a table near the bar with a drink and a dinner 'menu'.

Contemplating the specials, he sips at the bourbon (straight, tonight) and looks around the bar for familiar faces while he decides what to order.


[No new threads please - busy workweek means slowtimes. He'll be back!]

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[katyafeline]

Her smile is slightly wan, as she responds to his concern. She is no Grand Sorceress, and this is just a bit outside her normal skill set.

"Wear it, mmm? It will do no good back in your sock drawer." She chastises mildly, regaining her balance.

[scurlock]

"I will," he says.

And without hesitation, he takes the cord from her and fastens it securely around his left wrist - he won't risk wearing it on his gun hand, where it might snag with a draw and cost him crucial seconds (or his life) - once she's stable on her feet.

"I owe you a solid, now," he says. "As I don't know if a simple 'thank you' will suffice in this case."

[katyafeline]

She mouths back 'a solid' in sheer confusion, but she gets the idea through context. The wry twist he grin takes shows exactly what she thinks of that idea.

"I remember a voice in the darkness." Katya points out, stretching up to plant a (slightly bloody, sorry) kiss on his cheek.