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Last night was mostly spent outside. Wells doesn't especially remember coming inside, though he knows he did; he's clean now, and dressed, and all of that good stuff. He spent a lot of the morning flossing, and you are probably better off not knowing why.
On the other hand, he's only just come down into the main bar now, so you can imagine the sheer look of not-joyful-at-ALL on his face as he gets his first look out the back door. "Fuck," he mutters. "Bloody hellfire..."
He turns back to the Bar and orders a pint of Guinness.
On the other hand, he's only just come down into the main bar now, so you can imagine the sheer look of not-joyful-at-ALL on his face as he gets his first look out the back door. "Fuck," he mutters. "Bloody hellfire..."
He turns back to the Bar and orders a pint of Guinness.