[It's 2am, and John Sheppard is drunk. Not just a little drunk. A lot drunk.
John knocks on Poe's door. Too loud, probably. Someone looks out their window at him. He stays on the second doorstep, jacket pulled tight around himself over his PJs. A t shirt and flannel bottoms. Runners. He tried to sleep. He did.
He knocks one more time. Then he pukes in Poe's bushes. Turns out jack, pills, and anxiety aren't a great combo.]
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John knocks on Poe's door. Too loud, probably. Someone looks out their window at him. He stays on the second doorstep, jacket pulled tight around himself over his PJs. A t shirt and flannel bottoms. Runners. He tried to sleep. He did.
He knocks one more time. Then he pukes in Poe's bushes. Turns out jack, pills, and anxiety aren't a great combo.]