oom: room 25, eventually
After the birthday party to end all birthday parties (or at least, a good amount of rum, and fireworks, and singing, and s'mores, and more rum) out back, Doc eventually stumbles his way back inside. The cask of rum makes it as far as the Bar, who agrees to hang onto it until Doc can get someone to help him carry it upstairs
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Katherine knows what time it is.
She hurries to flip on her light and crawl out of bed, blinking back the sleepiness and adrenaline from being jostled out of a fairly deep sleep by the knocking (and yelling) at her door.
"Doc?"
She opens the door, blinking hard in the light of the hallway.
"What in blazes is goin' on? You got any idea what time it is?"
Then she smells the woodsmoke. And booze.
And her brow knits at the goofy-assed smile currently on his face.
"Yer drunk off your ass!"
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Which explains why he hands her the plate (so that he doesn't drop it) and then starts to laugh, only he doesn't want to wake the entire hall, so he clamps a hand over his mouth and giggles.
And nods.
And then hisses as he laughs some more, his eyes dancing with amusement.
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He's losing it.
Him laughing is making her laugh, brow furrowed and head shaking.
"Where the hell have you been, cowboy?" she asks, opening the door a bit wider so she can take a step out into the hallway, closer to him. She is still in her nightgown, so she doesn't wander far from the safety of her dark room.
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Damn floor keeps moving!
"Been ou'side," he comments, with a motion of his hand (the wrong way down the hall) to the stairs. "No, wait," he glances the other direction, then back again, then back up at her. "Ou'side is that (correct direction) way."
A pause.
"Like it when y'call me cowboy, y'know that?"
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