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Caritas - Tuesday Evening [Open]

Dick opened Caritas early only because he had actually spent most of the day there drinking. Don't worry GOB, he stuck a hundred dollar bill in the cash register (yay for being rich and depressed!). Now he was sitting at the bar with a tequila bottle. Tino was patting his back in an awkward sort of way. Being sympathetic got him out of doing actual work.

Believe it or not, Caritas was open.

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Where there are musical zombies.

Where Dick and Tino were. Dick's still sober enough to do his job but if you're looking to drink something fancy you might want to mod Tino. Or if you want a lot of umbrellas in your drink. Dick is something of an umbrella nazi.

She was clearly insane for walking in here tonight and taking a seat at the bar. Clearly. But she'd not heard anything from him all day long. She had been hiding in her room most of the day, but still...

Annette looked at him, could tell that he'd been drinking, and she had no idea what to say to him.

Dick had his head on the bar so he couldn't see who it was but he could tell someone sat down.

"What will you have?" Dick held up his bottle. "Tequila?"

She blinked. "Okay..."

Dick pulled back the bottle immediately. "Oh. It's you."

Annette flinched. She deserved that look, and that tone. "Dick... I... I don't want to argue."

"Really? What do you want me to do?"

"I don't know..." her heart was beating way too fast. She felt shaky and sick. "Can I have a drink, please, and I want us to talk... can we talk, please?"

"Tino can get you a drink." Dick said. "I don't see what we have to talk about. You made a mistake. A big one. Or maybe I made the mistake...no, no it was definitely you. I'm the good guy for once."

Dick always thought being the good guy would make him feel better but no...still feels crappy. Or maybe worse since if he was the bad guy he would have least gotten a make out yesterday.

"So... this is it? Are you breaking up with me? I don't get to explain anything at all?" She glanced at Tino and nodded at the tequila - she needed a shot. Or two. Possibly the whole freaking bottle.

Tino nodded and got a fresh bottle. No way Dick was going to give up the one in his hand.

"I thought you wanted me to break up with you. Cause that's the only reason I can possibly think of why you'd kiss another dude." Especially a wuss like A.J. It was almost insulting to Dick. Johnny, he could understand. Even John. Both were actually guys.

"Dick, please..." she whispered miserably, glancing at Tino before looking back at him. "I don't want that, I don't. I want you to believe me when I tell you I'm sorry. It was a terrible mistake. A huge mistake... but I don't want you to break up with me. I don't. I'm sorry..." Annette reached over, took the whole bottle from Tino, took a long swallow, and settled it between her knees.

"So what's this explanation you have for cheating on me?" Dick said against the table. Sorry wasn't cutting it this time. He had had enough.

"I didn't cheat." Cheating to Annette was sleeping with someone else. She might have a narrow opinion there. "It happened. It just... happened. He's a friend and I let things get out of control. Me. It's all my fault."

"One, you did cheat. And two, I wish I had known I was able to have things 'just happen' with my friends." he said. "Do you really expect me to trust you again? God, I sound like such a girl..."

She stared at him and her eyes filled with tears. "No. No, I don't expect you to trust me again. I know what I did, I know I hurt you... I'm so sorry! God, please believe me, Dick. I would never hurt you intentionally... I wasn't... thinking..." Annette drank the tequila, ashamed of herself, and ashamed to be sitting here in front of him trying to get drunk.

"I'm sorry. I find it kind of hard to believe that you had no thought of me when you made out with that dude." he said. "And if you really didn't...ouch. Less than a week after our anniversary too. Nice to see you care."

Really, he was just trying to make her feel as bad as he did. He had finally learned the definition of irony. Madison was a huge bitch and yet had the decency to dump him before moving on to other guys. Annette was nice and sweet and cheated on him. His English teacher in Neptune would be so proud.

"I did think about you! I stopped because of you!" God, she was dying here. Her forehead hit the counter. "I went to confession. I've been sick all day..." she guzzled her tequila.

Looking back up at him, Annette felt like utter shit. "I don't deserve you. I am a 'ho, I am, and I don't deserve how good you are to me. If you want to break up with me I will get it. I did this to us. Me. But god... Dick... I don't want... that to happen... I do love you."

Well, that did make him feel a little better.

"You're going to have to leave me alone. Gotta think." he said. Sobering would probably be nice. Honestly, he did want to take her back but his bruised ego was getting in the way. God, he wished A.J. was less of a chick. "I'll stop by your room tomorrow or something, okay?"

"Are we broken up? Am I going to go to bed tonight with that thought on my mind?"

"I should..." He was about to say 'break up with you' because that is what he thought he should do. He just didn't want to do it. Dick sighed and lifted his head up from the table. "If I wanted to break up I would have said it by now."

Annette brushed tears from her cheeks. She knew, deep down, it's what he wanted; to break up with her. She'd break up with her if she were him.

She nodded and asked Tino for another bottle of tequila to take with her even though the one she had was still more than half full.

"Tomorrow? You'll talk to me tomorrow?"

"Yeah. I'll talk to you tomorrow." he mumbled. He felt like such a girl. If this were Madison he'd break up with her in a second. Stupid emotions.

"Thank you," she leaned over to kiss him but suddenly thought better of it. He'd probably smack her. Her thoughts were terrible right now.

She laid down some money for the tequila bottles and slipped off the stool, walking towards the door, head down. She was going to get drunk. Very very drunk.

"Yo." Billy said, settling himself down at the bar. "Got a pepsi?"

"Yep. Yep, yep, yep." Dick took a second to compose himself before getting up to get Billy's drink.

"Hera ya go." he said a few seconds later. And look, he was walking almost steadily.

Billy had heard the radio, he had no need to ask what was up. "Thanks Man. So, what are you drinking?"

"Started out this morning with rum, edged over to whiskey for a drink or two and then I decided to settle on tequila." he said, lifting up the bottle of Jose. "I think I made a good choice."

"I haven't done a lot of drinking, but I'd guess if you're going for a quick drunk, tequila'd be the one."

"That's exactly what I was looking for." he said.

"And it worked?"

"Well, I'm pretty drunk now so, yeah, I'd say it worked."

Billy chuckled. "Congratulations then."

To brood with your drink. Or to make out. Either one.

I have Fudge Stripe cookies. They're delicious. Thank you Keebler Elves for inventing such a delicious cookie.

Also? The Swedish Chef puts Keebler Elves in his cookies. Fun fact.

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