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Caritas; Thursday Evening

Chuck wasn't really comfortable having his dead father hanging around him yet, but he couldn't very well stop Bart from following him around. At least the one place he had to go to today had the booze he so desperately wanted. Bart seemed to understand and didn't make a single comment about Chuck pouring himself a glass of scotch.

"You've done a great job with this place, Chuck."

Chuck winced. "Could you ease up on the compliments? You being nice is...weird."

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Don't ask why Faith was always there when Chuck was on the other side of the bar.

"What the hell is going on in this island?" She had seen the people, and the new people, and she had no idea of just what was happening.

Chuck sighed. Usually he was able to fake being in a good mood for hot people but he totally couldn't do it tonight. "I have no idea. Dead people are walking around."

"..."

Faith just blinked, drinking intentions gone. "Really? Odd. They didn't look too dead to me."

Chuck looked down the bar to where his father was sitting and then looked back at Faith. "Trust me, they're dead."

Faith followed his eyes, and then shrugged. "I'll trust you, then. You can send me to fuck off but, who's the guy? Your..." And let that sentence hanging, yes.

"Father," Chuck finished. "He died over six months ago."

"Huh." She would have added 'that sucks' but the overall effect might have not been nice.

"...that sucks." She just couldn't help herself sometimes. Should she be watching over her shoulder for her folks? She hoped not.

"It's kind of...not?" Chuck said, looking pretty confused about that. "Which is weirding me out."

That was an interesting turn of events. "It's not for you, or for him? I mean, it's a recent event...and all these people just don't show up at the same time right?" The coincidence factor had its limits, really.

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"I mean it's not sucky for either of us," Chuck said. "He wants to spend time with me for some reason and he's being all nice. It's not right. But it's not terrible either."

Chuck didn't even think about how this was an island-wide thing. He didn't have the brain power to be concerned for other people.

"So you are no entirely against spending time with him? Would you prefer if he weren't here?" Was he going to ban her from Caritas? She hoped not.

"Or did you want him back?"

Tim had noticed there were a lot of people on the island that weren't there this morning. He wondered if there was a convention or something.

He would shortly discover differently, but for now that was the belief he was operating under.

Oh hey look it was his favorite bartender. "Evening."

Chuck gave a short nod of acknowledgment, too distracted to deal with niceties. "What can Tino get you?"

Bart might've been playing nice now, but it didn't stop Chuck from being strict business owner around him.

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"At the risk of insulting my Irish ancestors, a shot of Jager."

Chuck personally found Jager to be kind of gross, and it showed, but he nodded at Tino to get the shot. "Well I can tell you we've got plenty of that."

Mostly because Fandom was lacking sorority girls craving Jagerbombs.

"One of these days I'm gonna have to see if you've got any alien liquor."

"If we do I don't know about it."

"Never had any aliens ask for stuff?"

"Not for anything weird," Chuck said. At least not for a while. He could barely tell the difference between most aliens and humans here.

"Timothy Alfred Desmond. I don't think you're old enough to drink."

Of course to Mr. Desmond, Tim might never be old enough.

Aaaaand, that would be Tim choking. Well done Dad.

Yeah he probably could have at least waited till his son wasn't in the process of taking a swig.

He automatically went into father mode and slapped Tim on the back to help him regain his breath.

Tim coughed and stared wide eyed at his father. "Dad! You, you're, huh?"

"I'm not completely sure how, but I'm here. And I'm real."

"Are you, alive?"

"As best as I can figure. At least temporarily."

"Uh...how?"

I...have nothing to say here.

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