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[themouthbreathr]

He woke up this morning predictably disoriented in a strange bed, in a strange room. There may have been screaming. It took him thirteen minutes to remember why he was not in his own house, why he was still wearing his uniform, and why he had not taken off his shoes

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[morbid_midweek]

Wednesday usually isn't the most social of people, but he looks miserable. And as far as she's concerned, misery deserves to be enjoyed. At least by her.

"Are you all right?" Please, ignore the large blue spider in the carry-case.

[themouthbreathr]

"She's gonna demote me," the Mouthbreather moans. "She's gonna demote me, and then? She's gonna fire me. And then Jaye Tyler is going to throw a party."

He peeks through his fingers at her. His mouth hangs open, as per usual.

"Is that a real spider?"

[morbid_midweek]

"Yes. His name is Cicero." As if to prove the point, the spider scuttles to one side of the case.

"What did you do wrong?"

[themouthbreathr]

"Is he poisonous?" The Mouthbreather asks.

He eyes the spider critically.

"I didn't show up for work today. Because I'm stuck here," Alec whines. "And I didn't call in. Because I'm stuck here. And that's ground for termination."

[wellthrownstone]

"You look upset. Something the matter?"

Someone seems to have stopped by. And though the boy's head is in his hands, perhaps he notices that the voice is somewhat... far up.

[themouthbreathr]

Alec looks up. And then a little more up.

"A bar is holding me hostage," the Mouthbreather says. "And now I'm going to have to sue for emotional and physical distress, being unlawfully detained, and loss of wages. And I need those wages."

[wellthrownstone]

He shrugs.

"At least it isn't your wedding night," he observes. "It was for me, back when I got Bound here."

He puts a hand down and leans on the back of a chair.

"Sew?"

Perhaps the doublet, the hose, and the boots might explain why he's unfamiliar with the legal terms of 21st century Earth.

[themouthbreathr]

"Yes?" Says Alec, suspiciously. "Are you implying I don't deserve retribution just because I'm single? I'm not old enough to get married, I'll have you know. I'm pretty sure it would be illegal."

[talkback]

And now there is a guy at his table, feet propped up, hat tipped back./

"And what's your problem?"

[themouthbreathr]

Alec brushes his bowl-cut back into place with his fingers.

"What's my problem?" He echoes. "A bar is holding me hostage, I was supposed to be at work at three, and it's really rude to put your feet on a table, you know."

[talkback]

Oh, Chase is gonna enjoy this one. Sometimes, you just gotta be an asshole.

"Holdin' ya hostage? Really? Wheres the gun ta your head? Doncha know, time here doesn't pass like time outside? You're a bit of a whiner, ain't you?"

[themouthbreathr]

Alec's mouth doesn't drop open, because Alec's mouth is always open.

"I have a medical condition," he whines, misunderstanding spectacularly. It's a talent.