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[scurlock]

He's sitting at a table with a good view of the bar, taking time to look through a pair of leather saddlebags that sit on the tabletop; anything that he intends to take with him when he heads out tomorrow morning needs to be checked over. His knife needs to be sharpened; the boxes of ammunition need to be inspected; his foodstuffs need to be packed away so that they won't spoil; maps need to be examined and a route plotted.

At the moment, he's got a pair of his corduroy trousers spread out, and is working on stitching a patch into the side of the right thigh, mending a good-sized tear.

There's a bourbon on the rocks sweating at his elbow as he works; he's finished half of it so far, but give him time. He'll get through it.


[Open until I say it's not; I'll be putting Doc out for some OOMery soon and this is your chance to catch him before he heads out.]

Comments

[will_scarlett]

Will sits down at Doc's table and continues mending the rip in his quiver,

"Where are ye 'eadin' to?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Didn't get shot in the ass, did you?"

Bill's voice comes from Doc's left, and Bill pulls out chair at the table, nodding at Doc's sewing as he sits. His beer gets set down in a spot clear of Doc's stuff.

[katyafeline]

"Mmm, high-rise short-shorts, interesting trail choice." She purrs in his ear, belatedly stepping fully out of the Gloom a half-second later to the jangle of silver jewelry.