[Yep, totally Milli-timed to the return of the others.]
Shortly after everyone
comes through the door into the bar, Doc plants his
snazzily dressed self at a table and promptly kicks his
boots up onto a nearby chair.
So, that went well!
This calls for two things to celebrate: a bottle of whiskey, and slinging the jacket on the back of that nearby chair.
He's got an extra glass, if anyone's thirsty.
[ooc: Botherable for any daytime taggers...I should be around for a few hours at least before I head to sleep, and I'm nearby while I clean off my desk...]