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Okay, so Riley wandered into the bar tonight and sat down on the couch by the fire with the intention of taking a seat for a minute or two, and then actually doing something. Except that he made the crucial error in judgement of deciding to 'rest his eyes,' just for a second, and thusly, there is a computer genius passed out against the arm of the sofa, black chucks propped up beside his deserted laptop on the coffee table. He really would appreciate being poked awake; sleeping with contacts in = bad.