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[just_cant_lose]

 
Jim is on one of his entirely necessary, what are you even talking about, visits to stop him fading out while he's away from the bar. He literally only plans to walk in, count to ten, and walk out again because he has shit to organise in his new world. He's a bit surprised to find that it's the middle of the night when he comes in, but whatever. At least it's quiet, and he won't see anyone.

He's at six when movement catches his attention. Wilford's dog stretches in his bed, making a wide yawning sound. And Jim smiles.

'Bonehead! Bonehead, c'mere boy.'

The dog is too stupid to move, of course. So Jim fetches tuna, and has to practically fight the mutt off him point-five seconds later.

'Idiot. Go get your bat. Go get your bat, go on.'

Bonehead knows the word bat! He runs off to fetch it, and Jim buys him a brand new one from the bar. Then he takes the gross old one, and breaks it in half with his foot. He gives the tuna to the dog to distract him, chucks one half of the thing back towards his bed - because hi Wilford, the dog did not wander off on his own - and the other through the door where his hotel room waits. 

'Go on! Go and get it, you dumb-'

Bonehead doesn't need any more encouragement. He just runs after his toy. And Jim just grins and follows, closing the door firmly behind them.

Don't fuck with your shit, Wilford? Pffft. As if. 


[Cut-warning: Dog stuff
OOC: Not for tagging, thanks! No violence under cut.]