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Caritas, Sunday

Anders was just a little bit wibbly as he opened up tonight -- this was his first shift as a graduate, and no, none of that had sunk in yet.

His mortarboard had been beyond hope by the time the fight had ended yesterday, but he'd saved the tassel -- which was hanging over his left ear.

"One olive goes anywhere near that side of my head," he told Tino, "and I'm gonna start throwing cantaloupes."

[OOC: I am around, but slowish tonight owing to a Surprise Attack of Visiting Relatives. x.x]

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"We Are the Champions," perhaps?

Have another drink, boys, well, have one with me . . .

Like Tori wasn't going to visit Caritas one more time before leaving, please. Especially when Anders was bar tending? Yeah, right.

"Hey graduate," she grinned, sidling up to the bar. "Congrats."

"Tori!" Anders vaulted the bar to go hug her. "Hi!"

"Hey Anders," Tori laughed, enveloping him in a huge hug. "How's it feel to be a part of my world now?" She winked, joking ever so slightly. "Seriously, you made it. I knew you could do it."

"A little scary," Anders admitted. "But you seem to have managed okay so far, right?"

"Yeah, that's how I felt too," Tori nodded. "So far, so good," she grinned. "I'm sure you'll do just as fine."

"And I won't be that far from you when I move, either!" added Anders. Not that these things mattered that much when you had to portal between dimensions, anyway, and besides with Anders's luck he'd try to portal 200 miles and end up with six layovers or something. "So you might get me bugging you a lot more."

"That's right, you won't!" Tori grinned brightly, not at all unhappy with that concept. "I'd love to have you," she nodded, meaning it. It would be fun!

"Oooh!" Anders perked up. "Will you teach me how to surf this summer? I mean, when I get there?"

Tori laughed, amused. "I would love to teach you how to surf!"

"Awesome. I'll be out there mid-summer," Anders told her. "Was thinking of staying all summer but . . . I don't know. I don't want to leave, but the longer I stay the harder it'll be to let go, you know?"

Of course Phoebe stopped in for a drink before heading out home.

"Well, this is a familiar sight," drawled Anders as he leaned on the bar and grinned over at her. "Only I'm pretty sure it used to be the other way around."

Phoebe smiled at him. "It was at one time, yes."

And like he'd done with Tori, only with rather different intent, Anders vaulted the bar and wrapped his arms around Phoebe in a tight hug. "I'm pretty sure this was a part of the routine back then too, huh?"

She nodded, happy to hold him. "I seem to recall that it was, yeah."

"Did you get a chance to go out there and check out the sights?" asked Anders. "Hate for you not to have the opportunity to do some sightseeing. It looks gorgeous out there . . . but I've got the extra gorgeous sight right here."

And that would be a Tori sneak-attacking Phoebe in the form of a hug. "Hey you!"

Phoebe grinned and hugged her back. "Tori!"

"How are you, Phoebe?"

"Missing my partner in crime," she said with a smile.

"Yeah, I know the feeling," Tori nodded, smiling lightly.

Bel wandered in some time after being soundly thwapped by Veronica. "Barkeep, a glass of your finest," he said.

"For you? Ambrosia," Anders declared, grinning at him. "It'll cost you, though."

"Name your price," Bel said.

Anders tapped his lips thoughtfully. "I dunno, what do you think it's worth from a good-looking bartender like me?"

Bel leaned over the bar and dropped his voice. "Could push you up against the bar and frak you senseless," he said.

"Mmm, tempting. Might have to take a raincheck on that, but I'll settle for a kiss as a deposit," Anders said through gritted teeth.

"That can be arranged," Bel said, reaching out to hook a hand behind Anders's neck and tug him closer for a kiss.

Mmmm, hot demon kisses. "You just earned yourself a double," Anders told him.

Oh, and served up the drink.

"I'll hold you to that," Bel said, taking the drink. He lifted it to his lips. "Bottoms up."

Anders snickered. "Think we've got time between me closing up and you having to go?"

"We can make time," Bel said slyly.

"For you I'll make time. Don't I always?" asked Anders, trailing a finger down Bel's chest. "How can I not, hot sexy demon like you?"

Buttering the boyfriend up? Just a little.

"Keep it up," Bel growled, "and you won't make it to the end of your shift."

"Oh, I'll keep it up all right," Anders drawled.

Why are you lounging in here when you could be lounging in Greece?

*eyes relatives* I swear if they try and force me into a political discussion it ain't gonna be pretty.

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The Lounge

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