Caritas: Friday Night

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Fortunately, Fandom had been remembered back into existence after the sun had gone down, or Jessica would've been fairly crispy. As it was, she was psyched that everything seemed to be back to normal back in Louisiana -- with the exception of Sookie still being missing.

Maybe she'd go back and look for her. She'd do a better job than Bill, who just seemed resigned to the fact that she was gone for good. At least Eric hadn't given up, which was reason 57 he'd be a better daddy vamp than Bill.

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So... Hercules had offered Warren ice cream and an open ear once the Showcase was over. And Warren really wanted to take him up on that offer, but for a few things.

One, it was a little late in the evening for ice cream. And two? He really, really needed a drink. And that was why he was leading Herc into Caritas tonight, his eyes down on the floor while he tried to gather his thoughts.

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"Hey, Warren," Jessica greeted him, glad to see a familiar face. "What can I get ya?"

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Warren blinked up quietly, taking a moment to get his brain working properly again before offering her a little smile.

"I'm actually not all that choosy tonight," he admitted. "Something hard, I guess. You don't have to worry about making it cheap or anything. How are you tonight, Jessica?"

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"How about Jägermeister?" Jessica suggested. She'd never tried that herself, but she'd heard it would knock you on your ass.

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"I have no idea what that is," Warren reported. "It sounds perfect."

See, he needed Bobby and Tony around so that they could do hugely stupid things, now.

He'd make do with Jessica and Hercules.

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"I think it's German," Jessica said, ducking down to pull the bottle out of the minifridge. "It's supposed to be pretty strong, I guess."

She poured a shot of the dark brown liquid and pushed it toward Warren. She was really curious to see his reaction once he drank it.

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Warren stared at it for a moment. Was alcohol even supposed to be that color? Did Germany hate mouths?

"Well, bottoms-up, I guess?"

...

...

"Oh, god." Yeah. Warren was regretting knocking that one back right away. "You could run a car on that."

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Jessica giggled. "I heard it tastes like cough syrup, that really strong stuff that puts you in a coma," she said.

And since she still had the bottle out, she offered, "Want another?"

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"Please."

He put the shot glass down and nudged it her way.

... Nobody had ever accused Warren of having good taste, had they? Good taste and money weren't the same thing.

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She poured another shot and pushed the shot glass back to him. "I read it takes over a year to make this stuff," she said, glancing at the back of the bottle.

Setting it aside, she looked him over. "So how come you're lookin' for the hard stuff tonight?" she said. "Something wrong?"

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"I believe it," Warren decided, peering at the bottle and then knocking down the next shot. "They had to let whatever died in that batch sit until it all melted away. That takes time."

It was the only logical explanation.

"It's been a really, really long..." He made a face. Day? Week? Month? Year? "... Long. Thing. It's like one thing after another, I guess."

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"So something dire took the place of pizza. An honest but sad exchange," Hercules said. "All drinks are on me, tonight. But in a 'I'm paying' sort of way. Not the bodyshots way."

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"... That's a relief," Warren informed Herc, his eyes going wide for a moment. "I'm not really a bodyshots kind of guy."

Well. Not off of his teachers.

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"It would be inappropriate with, since I am your teacher," Hercules said. "But some time I should take you to a bar with willing ladies to teach you an important lesson in that art."

Hercules was still operating under the assumption that Warren was now a free agent, of course.

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Silly Hercules. Warren was in high school. Breakups never lasted long in high school.

"... I think I'd probably have to ask Karla for permission before that particular lesson," he noted, smiling a little bit. "Or else invite her along."

Knowing Karla? Probably more the latter than the former.

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Hercules got a little bit of a happy smile on his face. "Ah. I should have guessed that wouldn't last long once you all stop being pigheaded."

Hercules pulled no punches.

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Warren took that statement with a grain of salt. Herc would be Herc, after all.

"She came to find me on Monday while I was packing," he explained. "We... maybe took until earlier today to actually talk it through, but that's not as long as it sounds, I swear. Time back home goes way more slowly than it does here."

Which was good. If his whole week had been like his past day had been, he would have totally just lost it.

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"Packing," Hercules repeated, eyebrow raised. "Packing for the holidays?"

He wanted to get at the heart of matters.

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Warren opened his mouth a little. And then froze that way.

... Oh. Right.

"No," he admitted, after a moment. "I... tried to call my Dad once I got a replacement for my phone. And I couldn't get in touch with him. Like... anywhere. So I was going to... you know. Just... go back and find him. Easy."

Totally easy.

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"Just... by yourself. Running off into unknown danger," Hercules said.

He was pouting. Just a little. He downed a shot, just to get a different expression on his face.

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