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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."

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Bless you, Psych marathon. Bless you.

And, after such a long, hard day at the shop, of course Shunsui was going to pop into the bar for a little bit to peruse around for some some fine beverages and some even finer ladies. He considering bringing Turtle and Jane with him; Turtle seemed like he could be a great wingman, but they were to mostly stay with the shop, and so all he brought was his bonsai tree, setting her down on the stool next to him.

"Sake, please ♥," he called out happily, "and perhaps a glass of water for Nanao-chan, please &hearts. She's been looking a little parched."

"Uh," Jane said, eyeing the tree. "I'm feeling the need for some explanation here?"

Pity that other pretty bartender wasn't here tonight. Shunsui would actually feel a little bit bad hitting on one so young and clearly naive to the world as this one seemed.

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 ♥."

"That part I got," Jane nodded. "Name and gender seems to have thrown me off." And given how weird this place seemed to be, best to check up on the reason for name and gender.

"Oh ♥!" said Shunsui, chuckling a little, because he supposed he could understand why that would be curious factors. "Of course ♥! She's named after my Lieutenant, Ise Nanao ♥. I couldn't bearing coming here without at least something to remind me of her; keeps me in line ♥! And, if you were wondering about why I've brought her with me to the bar, it is simply because I had her with me at my fine store and could not bear to delay being served delectable drinks by beautiful women, which I would surely have to do if I went to take her home first ♥."

The beautiful women thing had Jane looking over her shoulder, wondering who he was talking about that meant she could go sit down. "Makes sense," she said.

Tino, noticing the fact that she seemed totally lost on where anything was (because she was), got the sake and passed it over.

"I'm like magic," Jane explained, taking all the credit.

"I can see that ♥!" said Shunsui approvingly, much more likely to side with the pretty girl over Tino any day. Unless it was one of those days when Tino was a pretty girl... "Tell me, can you do the same with martinis ♥?"

Because he knew that the sake in itself would certainly not be enough.

"Sure, why not," she said, not even looking at Tino.

And then she paused. "Wait, is this for the plant?"

Saturday evening, and Reno didn't have anywhere to be in the morning... why the hell not spend it at Caritas, right?

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!"

Shunsui glanced toward the plant.

Funny how he could almost see that icy, bespectacled glower of complete non-amusement in those tiny little branches.

"Nanao-chan doesn't approve of alcohol," he finally answered, smile disappearing for a moment and the words coming out of him as if he was breaking the news that there was no more Christmas. Ever.

Well, that was easy enough. Jane reached back, grabbed a bottle of the first thing she could reach, and placed it on the bar. "This!" she said. "Whatever this is."

"Looks like..." Reno took a moment to squint at said bottle, and then straightened up, grinned at Jane, and shrugged. "Looks like booze! That's good enough for me, yo!"

Reno was easy to please.

"Don't do this sorta thing much, I'm gonna guess?"

"You name your trees, huh, pal?" Reno shot a lazy grin in Shunsui's direction. "Damn, my apartment back home would'a been a lot less lonely if I went and did that."

Naming the beans was probably a little weirder, right?

The bar.

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.

"Reno."

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.

Shunsui gave an easy grin back. "Exactly, my friend ♥. Exactly."

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!

Reno took the Rookie and the water both into consideration, wrinkling his nose a little at the combination. But hey, he knew better by now than to poke too much fun at her over it.

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?"

"Little of yours for a little of mine," Reno replied, sticking out his tongue and lifting his own bottle toward him. "Seems like a fair trade to me, yo!"

He still wasn't paying attention to whatever it was that he was drinking. Something dark and boozy! That was good enough for him.

She arched her eyebrows incredulously at him.

"It's a tolerable night for it," Rosalind said dryly. "If, suppose, I was a different person entirely."

Alright, so it wasn't so bad yet. She was at least used to bars.

"Aw, admit it. You're right at home, here," Reno laughed, lifting his bottle and sloshing it about a bit just because he could. "Like all the best worst bits of Sector 8, all rolled into one. With a zombie band, yo." A pause. "An' less bar fights."

He seemed less thrilled about that very last bit.

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