For Chainsaw; mm continuity

[nita_callahan]

Brr. It's gotten chilly out at Milliways.

Nita's out for a walk by the lakeside, swathed in a sweatshirt with the hood up and watching the stars.

[ooc: Aaand warning for sexual content.]

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[nowait_letme]

Somebody's had a rough night.

She'd better be careful, or she might trip over him.

[nita_callahan]

. . . Uh.

Well, at least she doesn't have to worry about him having alcohol poisoning or hypothermia. She crouches next to him -- noting broken glass -- and shakes his shoulder gently.

"Chainsaw?"

Passed out -- she leans over to hold her cheek over his mouth and nose, to check his breathing.

[nowait_letme]

The alcohol poisoning is probable; the hypothermia, maybe not so much.

His breathing is reasonably steady, although he's pretty cold. Been out here a while.

He stirs faintly, as though reluctant to give up the relative bliss of unconsciousness.

[nita_callahan]

Good start.

She pulls off her sweatshirt and tucks it around him before patting his cheek.

"C'mon, buddy, wake up for me. I don't want to torch you, I don't have the stomach for it right now."