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Caritas, Monday

The last time Jake had entertained the notion of being on this side of the bar, it had been when he and Christian had been planning to open their own.

And then Christian had taken off with all Jake's money, the shagging bastard. Jake wasn't likely to forgive him for that anytime soon.

He was a little too busy arguing with Tino to dwell on the past, though.

"How stunned are you?" Jake rolled his eyes. "White rum and dark rum are nothing alike. Jaysus."

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I drank sixteen doubles for the price of one...

Trying to find the courage to talk to the one...

It was a very tan, slightly frizzy-haired Robin who bounded into the bar. Sure, the honeymoon had been wonderful, and she hadn't really wanted to return, but now that she had, she was in need of visiting the bar. "Hey, Newfie, pour me something Canadian. I brought you a present."

"Oooh, presents," Jake clapped his hands together. "Also, ye should never be that vague in your requests, mainland. If you hadn't already mentioned I'm getting a present, I might've been tempted to mix a Ceasar."

She made a face at him. "I've been without beer for a week. It's been all fruity tropical things and free champagne. Did you know that if you just tell people you're on your honeymoon, they give you stuff? I'm doing this all the time now."

"I... did know that, actually," Jake admitted. "Me and Nikki took advantage of that a lot." He rummaged up a bottle of Alexander Keith's and slid it towards Robin.

"You should keep doing it," she said, nodding. "No one ever asked me where Benton was when I tried it. I could have just been some sad, single lady on vacation."

And in return, she pulled the bottle of Caribbean rum she'd brought him from her purse and slid it across the bar.

"...Is it wrong to declare love for a woman who's just come back from her honeymoon?" Jake asked.

"Not when there's booze involved," Robin assured him. "It seemed cruel not to bring any back for you."

"I would've made a sad puppy face at you forever," Jake said. Seeing Tino eyeing the rum speculatively, he glared. "Not for you!"

"Definitely not for you," Robin scolded Tino. "I'm giving you your present tomorrow."

Tino's present was: nothing.

"He doesn't even know the difference between light and dark rum," Jake scoffed. As far as he was concerned, this was practically a crime. Especially since Tino'd apparently been here forever.

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"Well, I take it back. No present for you," Robin told Tino.

That's right, Tino. FORGET ABOUT YOUR BOX OF AIR.

"That's just stupid," she added to Jake. "It's like not knowing red or white wine."

"A blind monkey could tell the difference, really."

"That's insulting, Jake," Robin scolded. "Think of the monkeys."

"You're right," Jake said, properly ashamed. "Hypothetical monkeys," he addressed... the ceiling. "I apologise deeply for comparing you to Tino here. That was unfair of me."

I asked her for a dance, not a second glance...

My night had just begun...

Well I drink to the father and the holy ghost,
I'm kneeling at the altar of my nightly post,
So I'll raise a glass, not the first nor last,
Come join me in this toast!

'Cause the old black rum's got a hold on me
Like a dog wrapped round my leg
And the old black rum's got a hold on me
Will I live for another day?

Sorry for the latesauce. Work bit it.

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Caritas, Monday

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