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Caritas- Saturday
Jane wasn't really a bar person, but talking to Trent earlier had put her in the mood to check out some actual live music. And some of it might- might- even be good!
Once she saw the band, she considered that one hell of a long shot.
"So what's wrong with their faces?" she started to ask the bartender, but was surprised when he snapped his fingers and pointed where he was standing, like she should go behind the bar. That was what happened when your usual bartender was still unexpectedly gone. He had to get someone to fill in. And Jane had walked in.
"Look, I'm not hanging out behind a bar tonight. I'm seventeen, I'm pretty sure that's ille-"
He did it again, more insistently this time, and Jane sighed. "I'm not serving a thing but I'm taking all the tips."
Once she saw the band, she considered that one hell of a long shot.
"So what's wrong with their faces?" she started to ask the bartender, but was surprised when he snapped his fingers and pointed where he was standing, like she should go behind the bar. That was what happened when your usual bartender was still unexpectedly gone. He had to get someone to fill in. And Jane had walked in.
"Look, I'm not hanging out behind a bar tonight. I'm seventeen, I'm pretty sure that's ille-"
He did it again, more insistently this time, and Jane sighed. "I'm not serving a thing but I'm taking all the tips."

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"Sake, please ♥," he called out happily, "and perhaps a glass of water for Nanao-chan, please &hearts. She's been looking a little parched."
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Still, he was happy to indulge, all the same.
"It's a plant ♥," he offered, smiling happily, warmly as he informed the girl of this fact. "It needs water to live ♥."
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Naming the beans was probably a little weirder, right?
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He nodded toward the other fellow's bottle. "I like your style ♥!" he said, lifting his own, and then holding up a cup.
"Pour you a little of mine ♥?" he offered, because the main point of alcohol was not to get drunk; it was to get other people drunk with you!
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That counted, vaguely, in some world as hello.
At least she'd acknowledge his presence?
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This was Reno logic at its finest. It was also Reno logic on days that he did have somewhere to be, and pretty much any other time of day, any day of the week.
It was very convenient logic to have, if you were Reno.
So, having managed to lose the tagalong duck (What the hell was with that duck, anyhow) somewhere on the way, he was already feeling pretty good about himself when he sat down at the bar and grinned up at whoever seemed inclined to tend it at the time.
"What's good tonight? Just sell me a bottle, yo!"
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Reno was easy to please.
"Don't do this sorta thing much, I'm gonna guess?"
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That was surely enough of a hello for him when it was coming from a Rookie of sorts.
A Rookie who had the nerve to approach him with a glass of water in her hand, while in a bar. Rosalind had no intentions of drinking tonight, despite the way her memories said good and well that Reno liked his Rookies to drink with him.
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He'd just pretend that it was vodka. Just this once. For the children.
... He'd already made some progress on his bottle. Don't look at him that way.
"Yo, Rookie! Good night for the bar, huh?"
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Rosalind was not surprised to find that she'd had to track him down to the bar. That was definitely Reno to the bone.
"Water," she ordered, taking a moment to study the surroundings. ...Yes, those were dead people as the band. "Please."
She hid a wince and leaned against the counter looking stiff and awkward at the locale.
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Half a guess and half Rosalind wondering if she'd spotted her somewhere before.
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But two, someone new was!
So he slid into a barstool and waited, already prepared -- as always -- to pull out the fake ID if needed.
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"Okay, you pass inspection," she decided.
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Maybe Reno was right and this did remind her of home.
... Though the zombies, she admitted, were an entirely Fandom twist.
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Lounge
Back Room
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