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Wes hates Milliways, sometimes.
Not very often; but sometimes.
After talking to Myn (and not saying much of anything at all), he'd looked round the bar quickly in case Hobbie had come in while he wasn't looking. But he hadn't, or if he had he wasn't there, and Wes needed him. Needed something, anyway.
So he'd quietly gotten a bottle of whiskey from Bar instead and taken it upstairs and that's where he is now, sitting on his bed with his back against the wall and the bottle between his knees. Can't drink downstairs, see, not with Thyne and Isard and who knew what else; not like this.
His boots, blaster and jacket are in a pile on the floor and the top few buttons of his shirt are undone and the blankets are half off the bed, but he doesn't care about being a mess. He's almost forgotten Inyri, too, so he doesn't care about her right now, either.
Whiskey bottles are such a funny shape, and if you blow across the top after every swig, the sound changes just a little bit.
It makes him laugh.
Not very often; but sometimes.
After talking to Myn (and not saying much of anything at all), he'd looked round the bar quickly in case Hobbie had come in while he wasn't looking. But he hadn't, or if he had he wasn't there, and Wes needed him. Needed something, anyway.
So he'd quietly gotten a bottle of whiskey from Bar instead and taken it upstairs and that's where he is now, sitting on his bed with his back against the wall and the bottle between his knees. Can't drink downstairs, see, not with Thyne and Isard and who knew what else; not like this.
His boots, blaster and jacket are in a pile on the floor and the top few buttons of his shirt are undone and the blankets are half off the bed, but he doesn't care about being a mess. He's almost forgotten Inyri, too, so he doesn't care about her right now, either.
Whiskey bottles are such a funny shape, and if you blow across the top after every swig, the sound changes just a little bit.
It makes him laugh.