ian the blue's head had just jolted.
"how the bloomin nora did I get here??!?" he mumbled. he had the distinct feeling that he'd been asleep again, but there were gaps in his memory...he'd remembered going to sleep, dry, and staring at a tiny miniture naked man. Now he was wet, and staring at the wooden planks that was the bar. the bottom of the bar. he stood up, sat down on the next stool along, and began doing nothing at all.
ian the blue had fallen asleep.
Again.