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[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

[Curled on pub couch, fast asleep.]

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[the-tender.livejournal.com]

[Oh, look--it's the bartender, standing over him, trying to decide how nice she feels like being today. It all may just depend on how loud he snores.]

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

[He actually isn't snoring, and there's no smell of alcohol coming from him. Just a long, thin, slightly shabby fellow in a blue jacket and messy ponytail. Once he was no longer needed to play wingman to his dead brother's lover, he gave in to the heat of the fire and conked right out, right here. Dysfunctional family? What's that?]

[the-tender.livejournal.com]

[She'd understand 'dysfunctional family'--she came from the original. Thoughtfully, she brushes a few strands of hair out of his face. Gentle, gentle.]

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

[Used to be a heavy sleeper, too. These days? Not so much and even gentle is enough to spark a yelped, bitten-off cry, one arm flying out and the other up to protect his face.]

[the-tender.livejournal.com]

[She pulls her hand back, stepping away.]

Sorry. You're adorable when you're asleep, that's all.

[jackcaptainjack.livejournal.com]

[Crouches down in front of the sofa, and gently touches his shoulder.] Hey.

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

[He shifts restlessly, but the gentle touch is through a couple layers of fabric and isn't quite enough to wake him. He's tired, man.]

[jackcaptainjack.livejournal.com]

[He's tired and looks relatively peaceful, though sleeping in a pub? Not safe. So Jack just pivots around, sits his ass down on the floor, back against the couch, and plays babysitter or guard dog.]

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

[When he does come around, it's because his foot knocks into Jack and Jack hadn't been there before and it's alive and he wakes with much the same reaction as he had with the bar-tender. Flailing, slightly, quieter but still surprised and disoriented.]

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

That's not the greatest place to sleep, you know.

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

[And the sleeping guy is just going to sigh and shift and remain blissfully ignorant of Harry's advice.]

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

*Silly, uh, sleeping guy!

*Maybe shaking him a bit will wake him up.* This isn't the sort of bar you should really be at in the first place, actually. I mean, I come here!

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

[Recently, he's not too good with sudden wakings. He almost propels himself off the sofa with trying to fight the hand off.]

[the-tender.livejournal.com]

[Oh, look--it's the bartender, standing over him, trying to decide how nice she feels like being today. It all may just depend on how loud he snores.]

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

[He actually isn't snoring, and there's no smell of alcohol coming from him. Just a long, thin, slightly shabby fellow in a blue jacket and messy ponytail. Once he was no longer needed to play wingman to his dead brother's lover, he gave in to the heat of the fire and conked right out, right here. Dysfunctional family? What's that?]

[the-tender.livejournal.com]

[She'd understand 'dysfunctional family'--she came from the original. Thoughtfully, she brushes a few strands of hair out of his face. Gentle, gentle.]

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

[Used to be a heavy sleeper, too. These days? Not so much and even gentle is enough to spark a yelped, bitten-off cry, one arm flying out and the other up to protect his face.]

[jackcaptainjack.livejournal.com]

[Crouches down in front of the sofa, and gently touches his shoulder.] Hey.

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

[He shifts restlessly, but the gentle touch is through a couple layers of fabric and isn't quite enough to wake him. He's tired, man.]

[jackcaptainjack.livejournal.com]

[He's tired and looks relatively peaceful, though sleeping in a pub? Not safe. So Jack just pivots around, sits his ass down on the floor, back against the couch, and plays babysitter or guard dog.]

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

[When he does come around, it's because his foot knocks into Jack and Jack hadn't been there before and it's alive and he wakes with much the same reaction as he had with the bar-tender. Flailing, slightly, quieter but still surprised and disoriented.]

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

That's not the greatest place to sleep, you know.

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

[And the sleeping guy is just going to sigh and shift and remain blissfully ignorant of Harry's advice.]

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

*Silly, uh, sleeping guy!

*Maybe shaking him a bit will wake him up.* This isn't the sort of bar you should really be at in the first place, actually. I mean, I come here!

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

[Recently, he's not too good with sudden wakings. He almost propels himself off the sofa with trying to fight the hand off.]