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?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

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

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[siiiighs] Been busy, Captain?

[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.

[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.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

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

[lamb_of_gold]

You've been drinking...

[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]

Not like I downed the whole bottle by myself.

[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.

[lamb_of_gold]

That makes your situation no better, Captain.

[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?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Reaches up to push her hand away mid-ruffle, but he misses by a few inches and just let's her comb it] Which one of those doesn't require moving?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

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

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Not in the mood for foreplay...[His own response is barely above a mutter]

[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]

[The feeling of movement makes him open his eyes again, and he watches the Doctor's hand. Only for a second, however, because it makes him feel dizzy. Shutting his eyes again, he reaches up blindly, trying to grab the Doctors hand in and effort to make him stop] The one I have is in my office.

My very bright, somewhat loud office.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Keeps on playing with his hair, laughing a little] The second one, last I checked. Dunno how comfortable it is, though.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Makes me feel a bit better knowing that I'm not the only one hungover.

Have you seen Hei?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[He makes an annoyed sound in the back of his throat, though it comes out more pathetic than demanding] Does it have covers or a blanket?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[grins a bit, wiggling his fingers at Jack now]

I suppose I could go find your old bed. There might be something living in it, though.

[lamb_of_gold]

I suppose.

Last I saw of him, he was off to attempt revenge on whomever it was who caused Misaki to die.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack's hand manages to wrap around the Doctor's fingers, though not very securely]

Does it make any noise?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Amused, so she keeps doing it] I could give you my jumper, but it's a bit small.