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kingshit_lloyd

[Dated Mid-March]

Apr 09, 2009 13:40

Lloyd woke up with a groan, if it could be called waking up. It felt more like being born, labor pains included. Some bastard had gone and stuffed his head full of jagged rocks and probably shoved a couple of restless scorpions in there for kicks. Lloyd spent a couple of minutes squinting helplessly at the rising sun, wishing somebody merciful ( Read more... )

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kings_dog April 13 2009, 03:18:56 UTC

Still mostly asleep, Sandor batted irritably at the arm invading his unconsciousness-- a state he'd worked diligently at achieving, if last night's pursuits were to be remembered rightly. Unfortunately for Lloyd, Sandor hadn't counted on being awake to do any remembering for a few hours yet, and he wasn't having any luck swatting Lloyd away, so when the prodding persisted he raised his head from where it was buried in his folded arms, looking distinctly displeased. "What," he mumbled blearily. "What the buggering fuck do you want."

kingshit_lloyd April 13 2009, 19:21:45 UTC

Sandor was understandably on the grumpy side, but Lloyd hadn't lost any limbs or vital parts yet, and that was good enough for him.

"We gotta talk," he answered plainly, a bullshit-free look on his face. This was serious, and there was no point pretending otherwise. He glanced at Bert, who was still blissfully passed out, vacationing in the land of medieval cowboy dreams. "Not here."

kings_dog April 14 2009, 22:25:13 UTC

Lloyd's tone cut through the hangover haze, and he rolled up to a crouch with a hazy glare. "Better be good," he muttered, staggering to his feet. He still had his belt on, but thankfully he'd remembered to take the knives out of their sheaths before he'd passed out. He replaced them now, checked to make sure his boots were still tied, and started toward the Compound with a look over his shoulder. "I'm walking towards coffee," he said. "You wanna talk, talk."

kingshit_lloyd April 14 2009, 23:34:14 UTC

"Coffee is a lousy hangover cure, man. Trust me, 's only gonna make you feel shittier," Lloyd muttered bleakly, speaking from experience. "Better go with orange juice. It's got, uh... Vitamin C or somethin'." He doubted Sandor would know Vitamin C any better than he would a spaceship, but Lloyd needed to keep his mind occupied while they were close to the camp, and idle chatter helped.

They walked for a few minutes, and Lloyd spent most of the time either looking at his boots or squinting at the horizon; the sun was coming up, but it looked closer to a Bloody Mary than a Tequila Sunrise. He kicked at a stray stone, trying to get his head in working order.

Better be good. Christ, that was a good one. Lloyd was hard-pressed to think of a worse topic for discussion. He took a long breath, letting it out through his teeth. He was already beginning to feel the frustration creeping on him, and he knew anger was right behind it. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it could help him focusHe put his hand on Sandor's shoulder, firm enough to ( ... )

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