Aboard the TF7 Honolulu

[DarthBindo]

A Few Hours Later

//~MaGiCtImEWArP~
Ian woke up sprawled on the floor, fresh from a very nice dream with some penguins.
He immediately noticed that his head was complaining about the drinking he had done.
He smacked it on the ground and told it to shut up.


That didn't work.


His left hand snaked out, groping around for something. It hit upon something round and metal, and he tried to use it to pull himself up.
The barstool tipped over and smacked him in the head. Again.

He gave up. Then he tried again.

This time he made it to his feet.
Grinning foolishly at his success, he took two steps forward, tripped over the barstool, and whacked his head on the bar.

He decided it simply wasn't worth it, and rejoined the penguins for an entertaining few minutes.

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gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|