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Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

The zombies were not performing tonight. Instead, they were holding up one of those fancy ancient thrones that servants carried around. Seated in the throne was Tino, who was wearing a toga and laurel wreath. When Tino had to mix a drink, the zombies knelt so Tino could reach the ingredients.

Jolee sighed and tried to ignore the zombies attempting to chant "Toga! Toga! Toga!"

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All a cappella tonight!

If you join Tino with his toga party, Jolee will be very disappointed.

Both Loretta and Annette stared at the zombies carrying around the bartender.

But it was Loretta that said to the toga wearing man, "Oh, hey, you're cute."

"Keep the whiskey coming!" Annette exclaimed. "We're not drinkin' no cheap beer tonight!"

Both women looked at each other and cracked up laughing. They had started drinking way before they came to the bar.

Enjoy the odd quiet of a musicless bar.

Not even having a flight to catch before the end of the day would keep Steve from being there for his best friend since third grade, especially after witnessing the disaster that was the break-up he had unfortunately known was coming. Thankfully, now he didn't have to worry about more blurting.

"So help me," he warned the bartender, "if you don't keep the pints coming and coming fast, you'll...be...really, really sorry."

Steve needed to work on his insults. He'd work on them later. For now, he was getting Jeff drunk.

Jeff, so far, wasn't looking like he needed much help on the drunk part.

Neither of them were particularly good at being insulting, really. It was some kind of lesson in British they'd missed in school. "That's the thing about leaving," Jeff said, sipping his pint. "It's the thing," he repeated. "Everybody leaves, Steve. It's like a rule, grafted into the edges of space and time."

"Well, yeah, sure," said Steve, agreeably enough, "but that's the other thing, Jeff. Because if they're leaving somewhere, they've got to arrive somewhere else, don't they? So people are always leaving, and arriving, and where there's a leaving, there's going to be an inevitable arrival, too."

"Some arrivals aren't as good as the leaving, though, Steve," Jeff argued, waving his glass around. "And what if this was the last-- arrival-- I had? She could be the one, you know. And if there's a one, that means there's none other in the sea, right. I could've used up all my women in one go and not realised it."

"If there is a one," said Steve, "she's not going to dump you, Jeff, that kind of defeats the purpose of the one. You're still young! There's plenty more arrivals for you yet!"

Jeff shifted his head up to look straight at Steve. "People get dumped, Steve," he said, seriously, but not unkindly, "Even if they're the one. It's a law. People are always getting dumped. Why are they getting dumped? They're not shops, are they? None of us have anything for sale, we don't sell-- shoes."

Oh, god. What if that was it?

"People are getting dumped all the time, yeah, Jeff, but they also get picked up sometimes, too."

Steve tried his hardest to sound convincing there, but even he knew it was a load of bullocks.

"I mean, people can't always get dumped if they're not also getting picked up."

"Unless they get dumped off a cliff," Jeff said, moodily. Then added, for continuity's sake: "Without shoes."

"But, I mean, Jeff, if there's all those fish in the sea, and the cliff's over an ocean..."

And Steve was getting all sorts of confused and just grabbing at all the metaphors he could find.

The sign of a true writer.

Jeff's head tilted. "So there would be plenty of fish," he started, "Over the cliff."

They were making up their own streak of metaphors as they went.

"Exactly. And how can you get those fish if you don't go over the cliff, Jeff?"

"A really big fishing rod," Jeff said, promptly. "For women."

"Um..."

Steve scratched the back of his head a little.

"I know it's a hard time for you, Jeff, but I don't think I'm really very comfortable talking with another man about his really big fishing rod for women."

"Me neither," Jeff said, incredibly sadly, and picked up his pint and sipped it. "It'd be easier if I was, but the glitter here doesn't live up to the advertising."

"...Do I want to know about the glitter?"

"It's supposed to make you gay," Jeff readily supplied. "But it doesn't actually work. I tried."

Jeff's heterosexuality was a little too rigidly in place. Kind of like a monolith.

"You've tried?"

Jeff was a brave, brave man....Or very stupid, in Steve's opinion.

"It seems easier," Jeff said, shrugging. "For one, there's not as much of a leap with the equipment." Jeff spent a lot of time (mostly drunken time) wishing he was gay, yes.

"Well, no," Steve couldn't argue with that, but he could counter it. "But there's no variety with the equipment that way, either."

T1-N0 is also wearing a laurel wreath for completely unrelated reasons.

TOGA!

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