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[2020sight]

There is a pair of very large boots up on a table, connected to a pair of very long legs, connected to a very tall man . . .

Who is snoring very loudly, with a newspaper covering his face.

Very classy.

That glass of very fine whiskey on the table is probably feeling very abandoned.

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[untiedtheknots]

That glass of very fine whiskey is finding a new home.

Mmmmmmm.

[2020sight]

Travesty, thievery and betrayal!

Zzzzz.

[untiedtheknots]

Damn straight.

Artemis leans over his face, the better to read the paper.

Siiiiip.

[2020sight]

You just can't get no respect.

Zzzzzzzz.

"If you want a paper," very dignified, "you can just ask Bar."

[notboundnow]

Not for long!

Hey, consider it back payment on couch space.

Plus Epimetheus is a lazy bum, and he's got a brother with sticky fingers.

Prometheus drops down into an adjacent seat, whiskey in hand, and props his own boots up on the table with a happy sigh.

[2020sight]

Zzzzzsnort.

Epimetheus delicately lifts the bottom edge of the paper and peers out.

". . . Is that mine?"

[notboundnow]

"No," Prometheus says calmly, and enjoys an oh-so-marvelous sip.

[2020sight]

Epimetheus is Suspicious.