Lorcan sits up, the remains of his Mick made coffee is puddled on his cheast... he stirs said remains with his thumb... smiles... licks his thumb and passes out again.

Genie arives with Sinsull, takes a broom... sweeps up the band, shoves Lorcan's head into the bob for apples barrel, changes his shirt, gives the monkey a roll of TUMS (registered trademark) strapps his Uilleann pipes about him, and Sorcha Dorcha is ready for the next set... Genie then stirs Rapaire's hand with her coffee...

Cheers Lorcan