Thursday night, 20 September 2007

[sortofaman]

The Doctor (and his hair) was awoke out of a sound sleep by the sound of fine pebbles hitting the porch outside. Letting Chase sleep, he poked his head out, dodged a new rain of pebbles, and then quietly slipped on boxers and a shirt before going downstairs and outside.

His hair, still sleepy, lay flat and slightly wavy against his head. "Jack," he said softly, squinting in the waxing half-moonlight. "What're you doing here?"

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I c'n try," he slurred, then tipped back the entirety of the new drink. He blinked as three doctors became six became nine, and when he blinked, he didn't open his eyes again.

Maybe the Doctor was right after all. It was very hard to keep drinking once you'd passed out.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor heaved a long sigh and shuffled off to get a light blanket, draping it over Jack. He set a pitcher of water nearby, but not close enough to get knocked over, and sighed again, before heading upstairs to bed.

Something was very off.