scurlock: (yg2 cheers)
Josiah 'Doc' Scurlock ([personal profile] scurlock) wrote2008-12-04 08:25 pm

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.

Doc has enough troubles with the stairs on his own, but he makes it eventually.

He's pretty damn sloshed, and holding a still hot and melty s'more on a paper plate. He smells like woodsmoke, with a hint of saltwater, and a splash of alcohol, his skin flushed and red from both the booze and the cold outside.

But he finds her door just fine, and knocks on it.

(Who knows what time it is.)

"Darlin', s'Doc. Open the door. I got somethin' fer you 'fore I git my ass t'bed, but s'not like I can give it t'you with the door closed." This is said to the door. "Promise I ain't here t'steal y'way, though might like that. Like that lots, achsually, but ain't t'day. Fall off m'damn horse and be left sittin' in the dust," he laughs. "S'quick, swear t'God. Y'jus gotta open door."

He's humming under his breath while he waits, leaning on the door (and the doorframe) to keep his balance. If the damn hallway would just stop spinning...
ikissdhimbck: (Looking down Bashful Don't know what to)

[personal profile] ikissdhimbck 2008-12-06 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
She can't help but chuckle a little, if for no other reason than that he looks so utterly lost. She reaches out a hand and smooths back his hair.

"Sorry. You're right," she murmurs.

"So, when exactly is it you're plannin' on showin' me Liberty?"
ikissdhimbck: (Patient Quiet Listening Head tilted)

[personal profile] ikissdhimbck 2008-12-06 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, so there are stipulations," she teases.

She leans down to place a kiss at his forehead.

"Wouldn't want you moving from this spot, anyways. Not until you get a bit more color back, at least.

"You want to get a few more hours of sleep, sweetie? I don't mind skedaddling, if'n you need to rest them eyes of yours."
ikissdhimbck: (Kate smile with light)

[personal profile] ikissdhimbck 2008-12-06 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
She chuckles.

"It was early," she informs him, straightening up the dirty dishes and getting things in order for him, so he won't have to move much. "Scared me half to death when you came a-knockin'. Thought the place was burnin' down or some such."
ikissdhimbck: (Miss Katherine)

[personal profile] ikissdhimbck 2008-12-06 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
"You were on the floor most of the time, fightin' back peals of laughter," she nods, honestly. But there is affection on her features.

"Thought you might could use an extra hand today," she shrugs lightly, by way of a 'you're welcome.' She smiles.

"And to be honest, I was hopin' you'd have more'a them s'mores left over I could pilfer, but I was stuck lookin' after you, instead," she winks.

She's kidding.

Mostly.
ikissdhimbck: (Looking down Bashful Don't know what to)

[personal profile] ikissdhimbck 2008-12-06 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
She nods, ducking her head with the affectionate gesture.

And she squeezes back.

"And you can tell me all about that party," she says, standing from her spot on the bed. Their hands stretch with the distance, before they finally break, fingertips falling from fingertips. "But get some sleep for now. I'll come back to check on you later on."

She tucks him in one last time, carding her fingers through his hair, and then she picks up the tray of dirty dishes and heads for the door.