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Caritas; Monday Evening

Chuck was still thinking way too much about the shitty situation he was in, and was thankful for an excuse to hang out at the bar. He hadn't been at work for long but he was already well on his way to a lovely hangover tomorrow. If you wanted anything complicated to drink, Tino was your best bet.

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After leaving the lounge (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/5308288.html?thread=208350080#t208350080), 'Dite strode to the stage with much more confidence than she felt. After taking a deep breath (because she wasn't sure she wanted to breathe too much around the zombies) she approached the band, quietly asking if they knew the song she had in mind. Without even a nod, they started playing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXa5wRrtbbk).

Approaching the microphone she looked across the floor, finding Max's gaze before she began to sing.

"It was a ruby that she wore
On a chain around her neck
In the shape of a heart
In the shape of a heart
It was a time I won't forget
For the sorrow and regret
And the shape of a heart
And the shape of a heart"

Max flashed 'Dite a a grin as she stood up and the music started playing. He leaned back in his chair, letting his eyes slip half-closed as he listened.

Somehow he'd expected Aphrodite's singing voice to be... different. He wasn't sure how, but he had. But it was... nice, actually. Not what he'd expected, but nice.

'Dite had always had a soft spot for Jackson Browne and his occasionally sentimental lyrics.

"I guess I never knew
What she was talking about
I guess I never knew
What she was living without

People speak of love don't know what they're thinking of
Wait around for the one who fits just like a glove
Speak in terms of belief and belonging
Try to fit some name to their longing"

Besides, sometimes the guy hit the nail on the more than proverbial head.

As the song went on, Max found himself sitting forward a bit in his seat, his full attention on the singer.

He had been wrong. Aphrodite's singing was something more than nice. Her voice hadn't changed, but... there was something about the way she sang the words. As if they meant more than just, well, words.

Gazing at Max, 'Dite wondered if he would understand the next verse, and what she was trying to say. She thought it was highly appropriate to what had happened between all of them.

"There was a hole left in the wall
From some ancient fight
'Bout the size of a fist
Something thrown that had missed
There were other holes as well
In the house where our nights fell
Far to many to repair
In the time that we were there

People speak of love don't know what they're thinking of
Reach out to each other through the push and shove
Speak in terms of a life and the learning
Try to think of a word for the burning"

Max had never been much of a poet. Music had never been a way that he expressed himself, but he felt that 'Dite was trying to say something. Something that was easier for her to convey in song than by simply talking.

He thought he might have the edge of it, but... it was slippery. Like trying to listen in a language you only sort of knew.

She really wanted to read his face, know what he was thinking, but she couldn't. Instead, she put her emotion and her own longing into the bridge.

"You keep it up
You try so hard
To keep a life from coming apart
And never know
What breaches and faults are concealed
In the shape of a heart
In the shape of a heart
In the shape of a heart"

Without even noticing, Max had leaned forward far enough to prop his elbows on the table. He wasn't sure how long it had been since he blinked.

He had it. Or a part of it anyway. The reason she'd picked this song. The reason she'd offered to sing.

Sentimental. That's really all it was, and 'Dite wanted to smack herself for even thinking of singing this song. But she couldn't just stop now, so she kept going, her voice getting softer as the song drew to it's emotional climax.

"It was the ruby that she wore
On a stand beside the bed
In the hour befoe dawn
When I knew she was gone
And I held it in my hand
For a little while
Dropped it into the wall
I let it go and heard it fall

Iiiiiiiiii guess I never knew
What she was talking about
I guess I never knew
What she was living without"

It wasn't about an end, not really. Just . . . letting go.

Yeah. Max got it now. Or he thought he did. He wasn't really sure when he'd stopped breathing or blinking, but all his attention was, for the moment, riveted on Aphrodite.

Caritas was, at least, the same as it had been last time, and 'Dite breathed a sigh of relief. She'd changed so much that she'd almost expected everything else to change. There was some stability in how little Fandom actually did change, even with all the shenanigans that the island thought up for them.

"Can I buy you a drink, Max?"

"Only if you let me buy the next round," Max answered with a grin. He had been looking forward to this, actually. Something normal for him and 'Dite to do. Another step along the path of figuring out where they stood now.

Where they were standing was right by the lounge, so 'Dite motioned for Max to go on in. "I'll go get our drinks, what would you like?"

"Bourbon of some sort," Max decided. "And don't take too long. I'd hate to have to come looking for you."

"Be just a moment." She winked before moving away.

It wasn't too long till she was moving back, skirting around a couple of other patrons, carrying two short glasses.

"Scotch and soda for me, Bourbon and water for my friend." 'Dite slid into a seat beside him and raised her drink. "What should we toast to, Max?"

"Most of my toasts come form the legions. Which means they're all variations on 'yay for not being dead' or 'fuck 'em'." He chuckled. "Which aren't exactly general-purpose, you know."

"Oh, I don't know." 'Dite tilted her head. "It is Fandom. Sometimes you have to give a yay for not being dead, and sometimes you want to just say, screw you, Island."

Max laughed. "You make a good point. So... to life?" he suggested, raising his glass.

"To life." 'Dite raised hers to clink against hers and then sipped. "But one of these days you need to teach me some of your legion toasts. You've made me curious about them now."

Another laugh. "A little curiosity is good for you. Gives you something to look forward to." Sure it did.

Max raised his glass and took a sip.

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