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While the island at large might have been having a few big problems, Kitty was having a much smaller, yet still annoying one. Namely, that it was her first day of work, she was still figuring things out, and Tino was answering all of her questions with attitude.

"For the last time, I never even agreed with Wallace when he called you deformed," she sighed for what must have been the fourth time.

Apparently Tino cared not.

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Where the zombies are still not eating people. Let's be glad for that.

Where Kitty (and her bar-appropriate outfit) were here to serve you.

Drinks, people. Drinks.

Or be antisocial.

See if I care.

I kinda missed posting this.

Tyrion had finally gotten a letter from home.

Tyrion was displeased by it, and thus doing his best to forget about it. He was grateful the new bartender was pretty.

"Guinness please," he ordered, once he'd navigated the stool. "And you're new here, aren't you?"

Suuuure. She said that now. But Guy's charms would soon woo he---nope, couldn't even type it.

Damn.

Guy had also managed to get in touch with someone from back home. Someone named Hal Jordan. Someone named Hal Jordan who was insisting that there had only ever been three Lanterns from Earth and none of them had been named Kyle.

"Beer."

"Both shiny and," Kitty replied, going to get him his Guinness. "Does it show, or are you a regular here?"

"That kind of day?" she asked, immediately going to get him one.

Hey, hot bartender!

No... still not cheering him up about Hal being a dick. Because that was the most plausible explanation. Hal was a dick. And hopefully not trying to destroy the universe.

Again.

"Turning out that way." A beat. "Have I just not been out enough or is everyone new at the bars?"

"Possibly both," she said, sliding over a beer to him. "I'm Kitty. I at least am definitely new."

"There are only two pubs on the island," Tyrion answered with a little shrug. "You get to know both of them, after a while."

He leaned forward for the mug. "I've been here the very grand total of just under three months."

Tyrion glanced over with half a wave. "Good night to get out."

"Guy," he said, offering a hand. The one not clinging to that beer with all his ~~repressed manly emo~~ stoicism.

Guy turned and stared for a moment before just going with it. "At least you're blue."

"No," Tyrion said, staring right back. "Is there a plague of blue dwarfs where you're from?"

"So you're practically an oldbie," she said with a little smile. "I'm Kitty, by the way."

She shook his hand and said, "So what brought you in here today?"

Kitty was so the kind of bartender who actually liked to hear what was going on with her customers.

"You might be surprised," Guy replied with a nod. "Although I can't seen any of 'em getting a beer."

Stop snickering at the mental image, Guy. It wasn't very respectful.

"Someone--" HAL. "--back home is tryin' to mess with me."

Even if the ring was backing him up on the facts. GUY DID NOT APPROVE.

"Messing with you how?" And here Kitty was just expecting to hear about a simple prank or something. She was new, okay?

"Trying to tell me my partner never existed." Even though it was possible that another universe just folded in on it and brought someone back to life.

And stuff.

"Thinking about writing a book on the place any day," Tyrion confirmed with a smile of his own. "It's Tyrion. I teach up at the school.

"Then you must not know any of them very well," Tyrion said, and took a sip from his glass.

"Well, they are my bosses." Technically.

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