Freedom Arms | Saturday

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy hadn't slept well last night. There had been nightmares full of blood and violence, full of Octavia's screams and his own hoarse shouting. He'd woken up in a cold sweat hours before he had to be up and hadn't gone back to sleep since.

He was barely awake right now, sitting behind the counter, arms crossed with a look of sleepy anger on his face. Customer service would be superb today.

[Open, no OCD]

Caritas, Saturday Evening, Post-3MD

[newroutines]

It was 3MD night, and while Mike hadn't actually participated, he enjoyed it all the same. As much as he was (most of the time) okay with having left his former life behind, sometimes he missed the buzz of a crowded club. It was nice to have this, sometimes. He dug it.

He was also making sure the bar was well-stocked for the moment the dates stopped. People were sure to need it.

Hell, he was going to need it if he spent too long thinking about how maybe he should've partaken in the dating.

[ooc: OCD up, have at!]