03- The morning after

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Have a hungover Jack, looking very annoyed and dishelved; his shirt is still open, revealing his undershirt, and his hair is a mess. He looks like he should be past out in bed somewhere.

He can't exactly show up like this at the Hub, however, least of all now, and so he's resorted to finding the quietest corner on the Plane and just lays down on the floor, eyes closed] It's times like these that make me wish I'd actually bothered to buy a bed.....

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[lamb_of_gold]

I've a hammock set up a small ways away if you'd like to use it?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't even bother to open his eyes to check who it is] I doubt walking and then swaying would agree with my body right now.

[lamb_of_gold]

You've been drinking...

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Not like I downed the whole bottle by myself.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

You're adorable, sometimes. [Sits next to him] A bed?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Feels movement next to him and shifts enough so that his head is now on Rose's lap] The closest thing I have to it is an army bunker.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Ruffles his hair, then finger-combs it] I could always bring you one, if you'd like. Or you could stay like this. Your choice.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[siiiighs] Been busy, Captain?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Actually cranks open an eye, though he quickly shuts it again] You could say that...

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[leans over him, waving his hand] I rather liked couches for laying on personally.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Cy rambles up, slightly smaller now and not quite so feral-looking. She gives him a sniff and sneezes.] Whew! Stuffed the distillery down the Captain's tights and called it party night.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack makes a face at being sneezed on, but remains otherwise immobile] I'd like to stuff something else down my pants right about now.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Muttering] Ice cubes?

[madamemoiselle]

You were drinking a lot~ {It's not a question, more of a statement. Alcohol has a very distinct odor, and even more so for Diva's sensitive nose. But she speaks quietly and sits down next to him.} I'm guessing that means that Jack can feel what alcohol does, isn't that right?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[He's grateful for her soft tone, at least, and cranks open an eye slightly] Just as much as any other human.

[madamemoiselle]

Really? That's one difference between us, then. I don't feel the effects. I just drink for the taste. {Diva runs her fingers along his forehead gently and delicately} But I've seen what it does to people plenty of times, at least~ Even had to care for a consort or two who drank too much...

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Have a Ianto bearing coffee and (what he's pretty sure are) painkillers.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack doesn't even have to open his eyes to tell who it is, the smell of coffee says it all. Rather than being relieved, however, he curses inwardly the whole point of staying on the Plane was that none of his team would see him]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He crouches down next to him, offering him the cup.] I'm not going to ask anything, alright?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

Long night at the pub, Harkness?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Long sigh goes here, because Jack's not sure he wanted Brigs to see him like this] No, no pub.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[he's seen hangovers before, had them, so he simply doesn't react] Just boozing then.

[lotsofrunning.livejournal.com]

You feeling all right?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Not particularly.

[lotsofrunning.livejournal.com]

What's wrong?