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Jaina had only just left New York today in order to get to work on time. Considering she'd been visiting Chuck, she probably didn't need to worry about that sort of thing, but she wouldn't be her if she slacked off. She was definitely glad she'd gone, too. It was nice to have a few days to see a friend and not worry about all the big things she had to worry about, even if the anxiety started to creep in the second she got back to town. Really, she should have expected that. At least she'd had some relatively carefree time and she felt much better physically, so there was that.

Also spending a few days somewhere where things actually happened meant Jaina had little tolerance for boredom tonight, and after about five seconds of it, she'd started stacking glasses on the bartop to practice pouring while making it look cool. It helped when you had to levitate the bottle over the glasses because you were too short to reach.

[Play, people.]

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GOB had done his best to escape his family for Thanksgiving. He messed up the date for the plane tickets, though, so he arrived in Fandom too late to avoid anything.

At least he could get a drink from a bartender he barely recognized. Yes, still.

"Can I get some whiskey? From you, not Tino. I don't trust him," GOB said, giving Tino the stink eye.

Jaina frowned at him. "Considering the last time I saw you you signed me up for that stupid date thing, I'm not sure you should trust me either," she said.

"Why? You don't see anyone around here looking for a date, do you?" GOB asked.

"No, but I'm told I carry grudges." Because she carried grudges.

"Well, if you can carry some whiskey over here, I'll let you carry a tip back home," GOB said.

Jaina answered that with a "You're going to give me a tip anyway" along with a little wave of her hand.

What?

"I'm going to give you a tip anyway," GOB said. "But how about my drink?"

"I guess I can do that," she said, going to get the drink together. "Why are you back here, anyway?"

"Why am I across the country from my family over Thanksgiving weekend?" GOB asked. "That's a tough one. Why don't you ask why I'm wearing an eight thousand dollar suit in a place where women come to get drunk, too?"

"It makes no sense to me," she said, passing him the glass. "I think they'd have to be too drunk to notice the price of the suit."

"Why do you think I mentioned how much it costs?" GOB said. "You have a lot to learn about picking up women."

"That must be why I never get any," she deadpanned.

"I know some people who could help you change that if you're interested," GOB said.

He was talking about hookers.

"No," said Jaina, who was thinking he was thinking along those lines, terrifyingly enough. "Just no."

And then she added, "No."

"If you ever change your mind, let me know. They'll take care of the camera, too," GOB said.

"I... what do you mean take care of the camera? Never mind, I hate myself for asking already," she said, facepalming.

"You mean you wouldn't want a memento? It's only an extra twenty bucks," GOB explained.

Jaina stared at him. "I need a shower just being in the same room with you."

"That costs extra," GOB pointed out, convinced that he was helping.

"I'm going to just start saying no a lot again," she warned.

"These girls never do, as long as you pay well," GOB said with a whistful sigh. "Sometimes I miss living here."

"...Why?" She was worried who here might be a hooker now.

"Great hookers nearby," GOB said. "Haven't you been paying attention?"

"I tend not to pay attention to that sort of thing," Jaina said slowly. And there were certain people she was never telling about this.

"Yeah," GOB scoffed. "I can tell. But if you don't pay attention when you're dealing with hookers, you're going to find a penis when it's too late."

"For the love of-" And that would be Jaina going to make herself a drink, because she was going to need it for this. "I don't deal with hookers, so I have no reason to pay attention."

"Unless you change your mind," GOB said.

"I won't be changing my mind," she assured him.

"You know who says that? People who end up changing their mind," GOB said. "Actually, it's pretty dead in here tonight. Want me to pass your name along when I make a visit over there?"

"No. And I'll hunt you down if you do it anyway." She was so totally serious about that, too.

"Sure you will, Janie," GOB said.

Look, he was close with the name.

"Jaina. You do realize that's what I do when I'm not tending bar, right? I hunt people down and make them suffer?" She didn't make them suffer, but she wasn't telling him that. Also, she wasn't sure that she didn't.

"Are you as good at that as you are bartending? Because you've been fired from that before," GOB pointed out.

Yes, he was poking the bear that was currently threatening to make him suffer.

"I was fired because you're a jackass," she reminded him.

"And I'd fire you again for calling me that if I could," GOB said before finishing his drink and slipping a five dollar bill out of his wallet for the tip.

"You owe me more than that," Jaina said with another wave of her hand.

She felt no guilt over this. None.

"I owe you more than that," GOB said.

With one quick tug, GOB wasn't wearing any pants. He usually wore snap-off stripper pants for occasions where he owed somebody something.

Yes, that was where his mind went.

Trained not to actually look- thank you, pantless people who hung out behind the bar- that didn't stop her from cursing and immediately declaring, "That's for Tino," as she grabbed the monetary tip and walked to the other end of the bar.

"Like I'm letting him see me naked again," GOB said before grabbing his pants and walking toward the exit. "Come on!"

Jaina was not about to stop him.

But with that thought now stuck in her brain and bound to cause nightmares, she poured Tino a well-deserved shot before picking up her own drink again.

I got teary at the same parts of Harry Potter that I did the first time. That's not fair.

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