OOM: Room #100 - drinking aftermath

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[from here:]

With Doc carrying her, and Esfir holding the key, it's not so hard getting Kate to her room. She doesn't open her eyes or move, though she does continue to groan drunkenly, seemingly desperate to impart all of the important thoughts buzzing around her head.

Whether her two companions can make any sense of her mutterings, however, is another thing entirely.

The room is clean and organized. There's a chaise by the door where shoes can be removed and placed, and a desk to the right where they can set the room key. The chest of drawers in front of them has various clean clothes, including a few chemises and pajama sets.

Before anything else, however, a trip to the bathroom wouldn't go amiss.

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Comments

[scurlock]

"I know you said you were tired'a pickin' up the pieces, but I think she's more comfortable 'round you than anyone else in this bar..."




You can't say no to that face, Esfir.

[aimedforthemoon]

"I'm the most unsympathetic person in the Bar."

[scurlock]

"But you got Kate's best interests in mind. That's what matters."

[aimedforthemoon]

"Fine."

[scurlock]

"Thank you."

Doc turns his attention back to the woman in bed, making sure she's still fast asleep.

He's quiet, for several long moments, before he speaks again.

"I would have given anything t'keep Sam from bein' killed," he murmurs. "For them to have made it 'cross the lake."

[aimedforthemoon]

"Even though she'd be happy without you?"

[scurlock]

"Yes."

[aimedforthemoon]

"You do have your good points."

[scurlock]

His lips twitch into a very faint, hopeful smile - accepting the compliment with a polite nod of thanks.

There's not really much else to say.

His eyes wander to that book.



"What sort of language is that, anyway," he inquires.

[aimedforthemoon]

"Aurebesh. It's the script of my new universe. Still trying to get used to it."

[scurlock]

"Auberesh," he murmurs. "Interestin'. You translatin'?"

[aimedforthemoon]

"...yes and no? It acts like not any different from English, and that I know. It's more translating the symbols themselves, rather than the actual words."

[scurlock]

"Same words just different letters. Symbols, not...letters, I suppose," he agrees. "Must'a been a helluva adjustment."

[aimedforthemoon]

"It's letters to them," she shrugs. "I already know two entirely different scripts, Cyrillic and Roman. What's a third?" Then her mouth curves, a little. "It is."

[scurlock]

"S'more than I'll ever know," he murmurs, before he turns his attention back to the sleeping woman in the bed. She's still quiet - and most important, still breathing.




He stays quiet, thinking, for quite some time.

[aimedforthemoon]

Then, "You can go, Doc. I'll watch her."

[scurlock]

"She didn't want me leavin'," he replies, voice a low rumble.

But deep down, he knows that if Kate wakes up and doesn't want him near, he'll only make things worse. He looks up at Esfir.

"I'm stayin' in room twenty-five, and I'll come by tomorrow t'see how she's doin'."

[aimedforthemoon]

"I can handle her being mad at me," she points out and nods. "Alright."

[scurlock]

"I'm not worried about her bein' mad at you," Doc says.

He also nods, then moves to stand from the table without making a sound, not about to disturb her sleep.



"Thank you."

[aimedforthemoon]

"I'm her friend."

[scurlock]

"I know. But some friends of hers wouldn't do this for her right now. I'm glad she's got you."

[aimedforthemoon]

Her mouth twitches.

"Go and sleep, Doc."

[scurlock]

Doc shakes his head. "Ain't sleepin'. Not tonight, but I'll go."



Without another word, he leaves.

[aimedforthemoon]

And Esfir gets back to translating.