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Sing.

Drink.

Sit.

Sit some more.

I am likely slow for reading terrible novel, apologies in advance!

Despite saying that he'd spend time with Dean today, Chuck managed to find time to slip into Caritas to have a drink. Birthday or not, he had to have some time to think about his mother and what this day meant in regards to her life. Sure it was kind of depressing, but in his mind it'd be disrespectful not to.

Dean had noticed the lack of Chuck in his near vicinity, he'd gone hunting for him, planning to check the most likely places in town and if he wasn't there, either sneaking into the dorms or at least sending Sammy to go check Chuck's room and poke at him.

He didn't need to go that far though; his first stop was Caritas and there was Chuck.

"So, don't you have somewhere you're supposed to be?" he asked, leaning against the doorway that went into the lounge.

Managing to survive this place a whole week with her sanity intact in was something worth celebrating in Cara's opinion. "Strong ale," she said, giving Clark something resembling a smile tonight. "The kind without dead people in it."

She was still eyeing off those possible banelings though.

Chuck didn't look the least bit surprised to see Dean there. He knew he wasn't exactly difficult to find, even if he had been hiding a little. "Sorry. Old habits, you know?"

It was dildo girl, back for more of the same!

"Hey, Cara!" Clark smiled in return and rubbed a clean spot on the bar in front of her before turning to grab her drink. "I'm glad to see you didn't get scared off last week."

"I'm Mord'Sith, Clark." She remembered his name, that could be considered a sign of friendliness! Whether it should be was an entirely different question. "We fear nothing."

Except emotional intimacy and being sent to Australia by deranged teachers, but we won't mention that.

"Okay see, now you're just asking for me to want to know what a Mord'Sith is," Clark pointed out, sliding her drink across the bar like he was some sort of pro.

Yes, the little things kept him happy.

"Yeah, I know." He pushed off from the door and came over to sit beside Chuck. He reached for the bottle and poured himself a glass. "So we drinking to your mom?"

Bruce walked into the bar and took a seat. He motioned for Tino to bring over his usual ginger ale before turning to Clark. "Clark. How are you doing?"

Chuck looked down at his glass and nodded. "Yeah, I guess we are."

Cara caught it without ever taking her eyes off Clark.

"The Mord'Sith are the Sisters of the Agiel," she drawled, her hand dropping casually to one of the aforementioned items. "Elite warriors. Personal bodyguards to the Lord Rahl."

She didn't question the fact that yesterday with Hiccup it'd been harder to answer nearly the same question with nearly the same words. That would have required acknowledging it in the first place.

Dean nodded and raised his glass in salute before drinking.

"Bruce, I'm doing great!" Clark grinned, leaning against the bar. "How've things been for you?" Oh look how all things weird could be glossed over with a smile. At least from Clark's side.

She had good reflexes, he liked that. "A warrior. Now the leather makes a little more sense." Beyond the obvious bondage. "How long you been doing that?"

Chuck finished off what was in his glass, wincing a little from the burn. He was silent for a moment before putting down his glass and looking over at Dean. "Thanks. But you didn't have to track me down."

Bruce didn't smile. He wasn't really a smile kind of person, so that didn't necessarily mean anything. "Fine. My classes are okay and I haven't had a severe beating in a while."

Bruce's lack of smile was fine, Clark smiled enough for a room full of people.

"Oh yeah, I heard the fight club got canceled for the summer," Clark remarked with a nod. "Gonna be a lot less people looking all beat up on Monday mornings."

Cara glanced down at herself. Why wouldn't the fact she was a warrior have been obvious?

"Most of my life." Nearly two-thirds of it if she stopped to think about it. Which she didn't. Ever.

Bruce glared for a moment before deciding that Clark was smart enough to understand what he was actually talking about. He was okay with moving on as long as it was understood. "The drawback is that if I want to do any fight training, I have to find my own sparring partners for now."

Seemed to him like an awfully long time for a teenager. "They must start you guys early in your world," Clark considered. "I've only really worked on the farm, myself." Besides fighting freaks, but that was not at all cool compared to official warrior with a red dildo.

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