James at the bar [open]

[dontkeepkosher]

There was a small, cosy bar in the Lodge. It was generally only open after midday and shut at around four in the afternoon, before opening again at about six, around dinner time. The bar was furnished with tables and chairs, as well as oversized couches by the bay window or around the open fireplace. There were deer heads and other prized animal

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[gotcanewillpoke]

Greg had actually been sleeping, when James left. He hadn't stayed sleeping long, though. He'd woken up with a cramp in his leg, and he'd had to walk it off. His leg was still sore and throbbing, and James had his pills. He didn't know where James kept the pills, if he didn't have them in his pocket. Greg wanted it that way, so he couldn't get in to them on his own.

But James was nowhere to be found. And the next best thing was alcohol. Greg relented to use the elevator, certain his leg wouldn't cooperate properly on the stairs. Walking in to the bar, he wasn't really surprised to see James there.

Ignoring the curious looks directed at his cane. Greg ambled up to the bar. "This seat taken?" was probably the most lame line he could ahve come up with, as he slid in to the seat next to James.

[dontkeepkosher]

James glanced at Greg, mildly surprised to see him. "Hey," he greeted in return.

He lifted the beer to his lips to take a sip. "Does it look taken?" Swallowing his mouthful, he added, "Thought you were napping."

[gotcanewillpoke]

He hissed just slightly as he settled on the seat. "It never lasts long."

He stashed his cane up under the bar and nodded at the bartender with a tilt of his head toward James' beer.

He hated asking for his pills, and even though it was close enough to time for a dose, he didn't ask. He wouldn't ask, unless the alcohol didn't prove effective at all.

[dontkeepkosher]

James licked his lips and set the bottle back onto the counter, hearing the sound of discomfort from Greg. He knew that sound -- that was the sound of Greg being in pain and either trying to pretend not to be, or being deliberately subtle enough to draw attention to his pain without being blatantly obvious.

He tapped the bottle on the counter and glanced at Greg, watching his face. He had Greg's pills in his breast pocket.

"I'm not giving you your pills if you're going to drink beer," he remarked plainly, as though he'd read right through Greg's actions and mind.