Caritas, after the dates, Saturday evening

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Hey, guess what! The bar was still open, the band was still playing, and romance was still in the air. Wait, that was the smell of booze. They're almost the same thing.

Johnny walked up to the bar, got a drink, sat down, and turned around to take a look at all the three minute daters. Nobody seemed to be making out on the tables, which was disappointing and not the way he expected something like this to end. Granted, he had no idea how he expected something like this to end.

Anyway, the bar was open and Johnny was definitely a teenage boy.