There was very little to be said during the time under the pier; the day wore on in dozing and silence, and evening approached. Harold was the one that suggest they go eat, and Scotty figured he'd give climbing out from under the pier a try. It wasn't easy, and his head was spinning pretty well by the time he got to the top of the support strut, but he made it without falling.
They only had five credits between them, but a couple snack bars wouldn't cost that much, and a meat pie could be breakfast tomorrow.
So, both moving gingerly and slowly, and trying to ignore the various looks at their beat up faces and bodies, they hit the streets.
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Evening
Date: 2009-08-22 01:49 am (UTC)They only had five credits between them, but a couple snack bars wouldn't cost that much, and a meat pie could be breakfast tomorrow.
So, both moving gingerly and slowly, and trying to ignore the various looks at their beat up faces and bodies, they hit the streets.