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[lastchancetorun]

So, if Harvey or anyone else were to venture into the kitchen at this time of night (or early morning, depending on your point of view) they would discover Judah Stark. Judah Stark, leaning over the kitchen sink, alternatively drinking a glass of water and trying to stop a bloody nose.

Thanks, Harvey. Detox is awesome.

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[myownluck]

Hey, it's either here or in Arkham, right?

Harvey was trying to get back to sleep after waking up from a nightmare with a faceful of warehouse floor, when he heard Judah moving around, and saw the kitchen light go on. It's a few more minutes before he drags himself up off the couch and wanders in to see what's going on.

"Hey. You okay?"

[lastchancetorun]

Oh, Harvey. Maybe they ought to buy a thick rug for under that couch.

Judah gives Harvey a thumbs up and a quick "Uh-huh" that is quickly interupted by a very loud hiccup. Good God, pills. "Peachy."

[myownluck]

He snorts. Too sleepy still to consider that laughter may not be the best idea, here. "Try holding your breath."

[lastchancetorun]

Don't laugh, Harvey. Judah would snort right back, but. Well. You know. "Probably not a" A hiccup? "good idea."

Right.