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Feeling better about where his life was going for the first time in a long while, Frank came down to the Bar from his room, wearing his usual black suit and white shirt. When he stepped into the Bar though, he noticed something distinctly drafty, glanced down and stared for a moment.
...hospital gown?
Using one hand to hold the back of the gown together, Frank carefully headed towards the Bar to request some safety pins and a stiff drink. One to help preserve his modesty and the other... well, if this was anything like the last time he found himself attired in a little open-backed, white number then he must be drunk. Or concussed. Or both. And if he wasn't then this should be remedied (preferably the drunk rather than the concussed).
...hospital gown?
Using one hand to hold the back of the gown together, Frank carefully headed towards the Bar to request some safety pins and a stiff drink. One to help preserve his modesty and the other... well, if this was anything like the last time he found himself attired in a little open-backed, white number then he must be drunk. Or concussed. Or both. And if he wasn't then this should be remedied (preferably the drunk rather than the concussed).