Caritas, Sunday

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Days like today, when he'd spent an hour or so moving his stuff down to the cabins, Anders was really glad he had that Glider; it wasn't quite as convenient as having a boyfriend on hand to shimmer stuff down, but still easier than walking. Of course, he'd then spent all the time he'd saved packing things up to ship out to Neptune, so he hadn't earned high marks for efficiency.

Well, maybe.

Maybe the Greek air was getting to him in some way or other, because he was leaning against the bar, staring into space and humming tunelessly to himself; he never even noticed that the olives Tino occasionally flicked against his head were kalamatas instead of the usual cocktail olives. Shame about that; he really liked kalamatas.

[OOC: Modding Tino's your best bet tonight, since I'm taking my mom out for dinner shortly and won't be around much until later.]

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The Stage

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Sing like a singing thing.

The Bar

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No, Anders is not for target practice.

. . . well, yeah, okay, he kind of is.

Re: The Bar

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She wasn't drinking or smoking so why the hell was she at the club on a night that Faith wasn't even there?

Renee sighed, twirling the tiny straw in her orange juice.

Needed to get out more often.

Re: The Bar

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Charlotte figured that there were probably only two reasons that people would come to a bar and drink on a Sunday.

Okay, three, if you included the fact that Charlotte was thinking that those workshop things at the school started tomorrow.

One was because you had nothing better to do.

The other was because you were upset and trying to forget about it for a bit.

The third would be that you had to teach a workshop thing, she supposed, but that one didn't apply to her. The others, though, seemed to create an interesting mix of both of the first ones. She hated to assume (really!) that it might be the same case for the other woman in the bar with her at the moment, but, odds are, if they were, drinking alone certainly didn't help in the slightest.

So she sent a friendly smile her way.

And hoped that she didn't think that she might have been the kind of person who was usually drinking on a Sunday evening. She wasn't!

Usually.

Re: The Bar

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Of course not.

Renee nodded back, maybe having the vague thought about her drinking on a Sunday.

"Hey."

Re: The Bar

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"Hello," Charlotte smiled back again and realized that awkward Sunday night drinking bar talk was a bit harder than she anticipated. With a slight, joking roll of her eyes to ease into a bit more personability, she cast a glance around the empty bar before looking back to the other woman before commenting lightly, "So. Come here often?"

Because Charlotte didn't. Really. Not at all. There just seemed nothing quite like a corny pick up line joke between two women in a unfortunate bar situation, right?

Re: The Bar

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Renee stared at her for a moment before shaking off the feeling that it was a bad pick up line.

So straight it was almost funny.

"Not as much as I used to," Renee said, smirking a little. "You?"

Re: The Bar

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"It's been an odd weekend," Charlotte offered. "I know; there's a lot of those around here, but I swear this isn't a habit, it's usually just Fridays."

Re: The Bar

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"I don't think you need to worry about people thinking you've got a problem when all you have a Cosmo," Renee informed her, turning to rest her elbow on the bar and look at Charlotte better.

Re: The Bar

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"True," Charlotte said with a light grin, "but just wait until I've had a few. Especially with how Tino," allegedly, "make them. I'm Charlotte, by the way." And she offered out her hand.

Re: The Bar

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"Renee," She said, taking the hand and shaking it firmly. "Nice to meet you."

Re: The Bar

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"Have you been here a while, Renee?" Charlotte asked, sipping her drink. "Or are you on the newer side like me?"

Re: The Bar

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"Since last year," Renee said. "But I was gone for a while, so I guess I am still new."

Re: The Bar

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Charlotte was in the bar for the second night in the row. So shoot her. It wasn't that bad. But work (or, at the very least, she'd tell you it was work) was stressing her out a little, those damn shipping errors, so she hurried in, found a seat, and then ordered up her usual Cosmo, giving Tino a look to suggest that she expected him to make them just as strong, if not more so, than he usually claimed he didn't.

Re: The Bar

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Murdock spotted Charlotte sitting at the bar. He strolled over and slid in next to her. "Hi. Nice to see you again. Thanks for all your help yesterday."

He didn't seem quite as bouncy the last time.

Re: The Bar

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"Oh! Hi, Murdock." Charlotte smiled back a little. "You're welcome. I mean, can you really call it help? Did any of it actually make sense?"

Re: The Bar

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"Oh yah. It helped alright," he gave a nod, "I don't know hardly a dang thing about computers but I got a feeling that I'd better figure them out pretty quick."

Re: The Bar

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"Good! Glad to help! They're such great things; I don't know what I'd do without mine."

Re: The Bar

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He gave a small shrug, "I suppose. Everyone has their own kind of tools to get the job done."

Re: The Bar

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"What do you do, anyway, Murdock?" Charlotte asked with a tilt of her head and a sip of her drink. "I know you mentioned teaching, but I can't quite remember if you mentioned what?"

Re: The Bar

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"I'm a pilot. Though that's a simplistic way of putting it. Really, I work with three other guys to take out bad people. Drug runners, gun smugglers, extortionists, crooked business men. Those kind of people."

"Usually they like to hurt innocent people," his jaw clenched a little in anger, "Honest, decent folk who often can't fight back. People are scum sometimes."

Re: The Bar

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Charlotte's forehead wrinkled in concerned distress. "They can be. But that's why people like you," and Dale and Nathan...and possibly that worm fellow... "are here, right? That's very noble of you, to take them out like that. I'm sure it's insanely dangerous, too!"

Re: The Bar

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"I guess so. I don't know about noble though," he smiled slightly. "Dangerously insanse sometimes, yep. Fortunately, I'm insane too. So it all works out."

The Lounge

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Still not as scenic as lounging somewhere out on Santorini.

OOC

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No, really, feel free to throw olives at him.