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Caritas; Tuesday Evening

Seeing nobody behind the bar, Riggins decided to take the wheel and get his own drinks. He hadn't gotten into trouble for it before so why the hell not? It's not that hard to tend bar.

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Sing.

Drink.

It had been years since Tyler got to run the body for this long; he wondered how teacher-boy was going to feel the next day, and decided he might as well stick him with a hangover. Nothing says I love you to your alter ego like giving him a splitting headache and cotton mouth.

So he wandered into the bar, took a stool, and grinned at the bartender. "Beer, please, whatever's on draft. And can I bum a smoke?"

"Beer I can do," Riggins said. "The smoke on the other hand, I can't. One vice I don't partake in, sorry."

"Then what use are you?" Tyler said genially, not seeming especially bothered. "Thanks for the drink."

"No problem," Riggins said, re-filling his own beer while he was at it. "At least you didn't order some fancy crap I don't know how to make."

"You get a lot of call for fancy crap in here?" Tyler wondered. "I don't see the band being real big on Panty Droppers."

Riggins grinned. "Nah, the band don't attract anybody. A lot of people ain't exactly from around here so you get a lot of weird crap bein' ordered."

Alcohol. The bar had plenty of it, and she needed it, after the weekend she'd had. Her own personal stash was starting to run low. Unacceptable.

She nodded to the bartender (hot, she approved) and pulled out a cigarette. "Something hard," she said.

Relax.

Play.

Not gonna lie. I've been drinking. So...misspelled words aren't my fault. Blame it on the al-al-al-al-alcohol.

Iiiiiii'm just going to sit here and stare at your icon.

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Caritas; Tuesday Evening

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Bar

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Lounge

Back Room

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