And I'm sleeping with my clothes on... (5/29/11)
...Ow. Very ow. Remind me why ending Prohibition was a goood idea?
Farley stirs on the couch, one leg falling out from under the blanket someone was kind enough to drape over him. Not the best idea - consciousness brings pain, and not all of it from the hangover. His hands still ache, which means he probably hit someone or something at one point, and judging by the other minor pains, they might have tried to return the favor.
At least he won - maybe.
He does a quick inventory - whoever found him didn't touch his stuff, thank God - then slo-o-o-wly sits up and looks around.
The place looks nice enough - and very much not like his home. He puts his home 'verse's coordinates on standby, just in case, then sits up a little more.
"Hello? Anyone there?"
Farley stirs on the couch, one leg falling out from under the blanket someone was kind enough to drape over him. Not the best idea - consciousness brings pain, and not all of it from the hangover. His hands still ache, which means he probably hit someone or something at one point, and judging by the other minor pains, they might have tried to return the favor.
At least he won - maybe.
He does a quick inventory - whoever found him didn't touch his stuff, thank God - then slo-o-o-wly sits up and looks around.
The place looks nice enough - and very much not like his home. He puts his home 'verse's coordinates on standby, just in case, then sits up a little more.
"Hello? Anyone there?"