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Caritas--OPEN (Monday)

Jarod opened the bar, duct-taped the drummer to his drumsticks, and waited behind the bar. To keep himself busy, he'd brought along the book of fairy tales Mr. Giles had lent him the day before.

Not only were they informative from a factual and societal perspective, but he'd never encountered some of the stories before, so he also got the joy of reading them for the first time. Every so often, he read a passage out loud, enjoying the sound of the words.

He ignored the strange looks he got from the band and Tino.

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If you sing, maybe they'll stop looking at him funny.

Yes, fairy tales. What?

One thing Ivanova was not going to do tonight was drink cheap whiskey alone. Besides, the liquor commission was out of Midnight Hobo. So instead she made her way to Caritas. She hesitated on the sidewalk outside before taking a deep breath and walking in. She couldn't avoid every place that held memories of Tonks.

Especially if they served alcohol in sufficient quantities.

"Evening, Jarod," she said with something that might have been a smile on her face.

"Evening, Ivanova," he said, reaching for the vodka, and after a look at her face, leaving the glass and the bottle.

"Oooh, smart man," she murmured, pouring herself some and putting it away almost before the vodka had time to hit the glass. "But don't let me drink too much," she admonished him. "I don't want to wake up hungover for the . . ." she rolled her eyes up as she counted. "Fifth morning in a row."

"Something bothering you?" He asked, trying to gauge her mood.

"Remember that whole love-of-my-life-packing-up-and-leaving ordeal that was coming up?" Ivanova replied dryly, pouring herself yet more vodka, but pausing before it actually made it to her mouth. Pace yourself, girl. "Well, it's no longer coming up. It's already past."

Jarod winced. "Sorry to hear that. But drinking isn't the answer." Not that he knew from experience, yet. "It actually makes you more depressed."

"I know that," she said flatly. "It also makes me either belligerant or horny and sometimes both. But what it really does is make me pass out so I don't dream about her." She finished off her second - or was it third? - glass of vodka with a bitter little smirk. "And that's all I really wanted."

Since no one seems to use the lounge anymore...ping here if you need it.

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