Date: 2009-10-25 01:41 am (UTC)
When he heard her shouting - seriously, she was as subtle as a hammer blow sometimes - he lifted his gaze. And gasped, whilst rubbing at his eyes once more.

"What in the blue hell--" he stopped, rising up to walk over to the bar. How ironic that was to appear considering his latest thought. "Jim?"
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