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[i_heart_winona]

There was a John in the bar.

Feet propped up and a newspaper over his face.

He should know better than to sleep in the bar!

[mun packing for college kjasdljfaldj; here till...dinner plans. or before. showers are nice. SHE'LL LET YOU KNOW]

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[dust_to_order]

There are worse things one could do in a bar than fall asleep.

Dust tends to think that anyone tired enough to do that, in a public place, needs the rest more than anything else.

So she won't shake him, unless he becomes loud. There is, however, a woman and a bulldog puppy sitting at the next table over, keeping an eye out in case anyone should think to bother him.

[fighting_mad]

Crichton really, really shouldn't sleep in the bar.

Plourr demonstrates this by kicking his feet off of whatever they're resting on.

(Ianna, meanwhile, is sleepily examining the world around her, from the warmth of the sling tucked against her mother's front.)