oom: room 25, eventually

[scurlock]

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...

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[ikissdhimbck]

"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.

[scurlock]

"Like I said. We'll make some -- soon."

Doc smiles honestly, then reaches for her hand and covers it gently before giving it a small squeeze.

Thanks.

[ikissdhimbck]

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.

[scurlock]

"Sounds good," he agrees, nodding and watching her go.

Once she's gone, he looks after the door, then smiles and sighs a little as he rolls over to go back to sleep. His head is still pounding, but with the food and the fact that it's still pretty dark in his quarters, it's not that bad.

He'll be better later.

For now, he's going back to sleep.