Caritas [Saturday evening]

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Greg hustled into Caritas, leaping over the bar and straightening his collar.

Nervous about anyone who might be stopping in? Don't be silly.

[For the sake of my brain, mod Tino if you want especially quick service and for large groups, please.]

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Re: The Bar [10/21]

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He handed it over. "So, let me try to figure this one out. You're an older version of my friend Buffy?"

Re: The Bar [10/21]

[buffywaschosen]

"Yep. You're friends with her? Me. Her. Whatever," she said, twirling the umbrella a little.

Re: The Bar [10/21]

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"In a manner of speaking," Greg said evasively.

Re: The Bar [10/21]

[buffywaschosen]

"Which means...?"

Re: The Bar [10/21]

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"I crashed her slumber party and cheer tryouts and planted some ducks in her cabin this summer."

Re: The Bar [10/21]

[buffywaschosen]

The part Buffy really got stuck on was, "You crashed cheer tryouts?"

Re: The Bar [10/21]

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"Well. Greggette did."

Re: The Bar [10/21]

[buffywaschosen]

"...Oh my god."

Re: The Bar [10/21]

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Greg smiled.