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[cheevy]

Miniver is BORED. Very decidedly so. Miniver is bored and somewhat frustrated with his own pathetic self. But for once, he isn't solving the problem by drinking. Yet. He's lying on a table, with his head hanging upside-down off one end, watching the bar upside-down.

Fully botherable.

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[soapcarvedhands]

"Are you okay?" Harding asks, turning his head sideways to look at Miniver worriedly.

[cheevy]

"No," he answers frankly. "I'm bored. Also, my life has no purpose. This is not new. How're the loonies?"

[soapcarvedhands]

"Loony."

He sits, but pushes back the chair so he can talk comfortably.

"What brought this on?"

[cheevy]

He somehow manages to shrug from his awkward position.

"It's stupid."

[red_cg_insanity]

Hex walked passed and found the scene rather funny.

She stopped.

"Why are you positioned like that?" she asked.

She leaned over to look at him face to face, hers a mask.

[cheevy]

Blink.

"Because."

There needs to be a better reason?

Okay, fine.

"I'm obtaining a sense of place."

[red_cg_insanity]

"There are better ways to do that," she pointed out.

Her expression changed from smirking to a full fledged grin.

She was very close to him now.

[cheevy]

He may seem to shrink away a little.

"Oh?"

[sizzuhs]

So far the kid hasn't want to go back home yet. He has no reason to want to go back until he's well and good sure everyone else is gone. However, on his walk of the bar, the man quite literally watching everyone upside down gets a puzzled look.

"Why yous doin tha'?" he asks in a thick cajun drawl.

[cheevy]

"Because I have no reason to be doing anything else," he answers, sounding a little bit pathetic. One gets the feeling he's playing it up quite a bit.

[sizzuhs]

Glancing from side to side, Gene opens his mouth to speak but stops after a moment still puzzled. If he had been the one doing that no doubt his Grandma would jump and and switch him. "Oh.."

Gene pauses again. "Yous be soundin like y' been a'havin a bad day too." Shuffling a booted foot he kicks at a piece of dirt that isn't on the floor, a frown starting to cross his face.

[cheevy]

"Bad life, really. The stars do not shine down upon me. What's your beef, pussycat?"

He's dressed like he fell out of the back of a Salvation Army truck. Bellbottoms and an ancient faded green army jacket, all of his clothing slightly the wrong size.

[human_child]

There is a very good opportunity to cure boredom over at that other table.