[ooc: Millitimed to last night:
Bob realizes he just did something very, very stupid.]
Bob didn't sleep well last night.
Correction: Bob didn't sleep last night.
Instead, he spent the whole night running through the halls above the bar, frantically looking for Suzi or Whistler or someone who knew where either of them was. As dawn approached, he finally headed back down to the bar, intending to keep a close eye on all the doors in case Suzi or Whistler came in.
His body, unfortunately, had other ideas. Bob is now asleep in his seat, his face mashed against the
latest coffee table book Bar provided him.
He's snoring pretty loudly. Anyone want to try waking him up?