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All and Sundries - Thursday

Jane is sitting behind the counter with her feet up.

She has a bottle, but she's not getting drunk, it's just hair of the dog.

Really.

All and Sundries is open.

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She's not asleep, she's just resting her eyes.

The Doctor entered the shop, not really intending to buy anything. He wandered up to Jane and smiled.

"And how are you today, Miss Canary?"

"Feel like shit but I'm alive." she said from under hat which she then pushes up. "How's yourself?"

"I'm doing rather well, me," the Doctor said. He shoved his hands in his pockets. "You must have a million stories, from back home."

Jane shifted on the stool and smiled.

"I guess I do." she grinned. "You probably got a few yerself eh Doc?"

"Oh, a few," the Doctor said, smiling back. "Ran into a few Earps, once. And a Doc Holliday. Oh, and Johnny ~~George, Paul, and~~ Ringo, as well."

"Can't say I heard of the other two fellas but I met some Earps I think."

"Oh, dear, am I trying to brag about something after your time?" The Doctor scratched the back of his neck. "No shootout at the OK Corral yet?"

"Shootout where?"

"Oh, well, that answers that," the Doctor said. "Silly me. Sorry."

"Ah nah nah Doc. I spend most of my days drunk or tending to those that got the plague. I hardly heard of anything, didn't know that cocksucker Herst called in the Pinkertons until one of them nearly stepped on me. Tell me your story... I bet if it involves that... Ah what was his name... Morgan Earp? Probably a huge cluster fuck eh?"

"Wyatt and Virgil, actually," the Doctor said. "And while... no, you're quite right cluster fuck. Death and mayhem on an unwarranted scale, really."

"I guess Wyatt was the only smart one then, though I don't know how smart he could be letting his brothers fucking up his plans time and again." she said. "What was this shoot out over?"

"Feuding, law breaking, that sort of thing," the Doctor said.

"Business as usual." Jane said nodding. "Did ya see it go down?"

"Unfortunately, yes. Law prevailed, at least."

"Who was on which side of the law?"

"The Earps," the Doctor said. "Wyatt was sheriff, at the time."

Jane chuckled.

"Probably had to be because one of his brothers killed the previous one."

The Doctor chuckled as well. "And to think, I only got mixed up in the whole thing because I needed to see a dentist."

"Yeah, those can be hard to find." Jane said. "Get the problem taken care of or did the Holiday fella die?"

"He pulled the tooth, thankfully," the Doctor said. "Though I complained something awful at the time. I was a bit cranky then, me."

"Sore tooth is enough to put anybody out of sorts. I remember. I remember one time Charlie had a sore tooth and he couldn't hardly eat or drink anything and Bill said... Bill... said..." Her voice cracked.

She really missed Bill.

She took a pull of her bottle.

Hair of the dog. Really.

Oh dear, domestics.

"Well, I suppose we'll have to chat more about this some other time," the Doctor said.

Jane wiped her face off with her sleeves.

"I'm sorry." *sniff* "I'm fine, I'm sorry."

She put the bottle down.

*sniff* "Sorry... Ah. Did you need help finding something?"

"Did you want a hug?" the Doctor offered.

Jane sniffs a lot and nods.

The Doctor opened up his arms. "Come on and get one, then."

Jane sniffed her way around the counter and leaned against the Doctor with her arms at her sides.

""

The Doctor hugged Jane tightly.

"S'never easy, that," the Doctor said. "Things will get better, though. I promise."

River poked Jane gently to see if she was awake.

Jane was muttering in her sleep as she was poked in the side and her volume suddenly increased.

"It's only Wild Bill Hickock ya got stuck in the mud!" She blinked and looked around. "Oh... It's you River Girl. Sorry about that."

She straitened her hat.

"Can I help ya find somethin?"

Grinning, River said: "Hello, Jane! Yes, I need some new brushes. You have any?"

"Would them brushes be for your hair or for paint?"

River blinked. She didn't own any brushes for her hair. "For my paint," she said. "Although I guess one for my hair might be useful too."

"One of each then." Jane nodded rolling off the stool. "And you're in luck because I think they're together. Over by the... Now let's see... Where did I see those... Hey Baldrick! Where's them brushes at?"

"Over by the drain cleaners Miss Jane." Baldrick called back shuffling out of the store room. "Between that and the canned peaches."

"Canned peaches?" River asked. "Those are nice too."

"I hear they're good with cinnamon."

River nodded and thought for a second. "Perhaps Berthold would like them."

"Would Berthold be your brother? ...Or your beau? Eh?" she nudged River with her elbow.

"Oh, no, no," River said. "I thought I'd told you. Berthold is the monster that lives under my roomie's bed."

"My mistake." Jane said.

"Not a mistake," River said with a smile. "I hadn't told you."

((ooc: Bedtime!))

[[ooc: Night!

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