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Susan had never been to a graduation here before, so she wasn't entirely sure how things worked, or whether any guests were still on island. So just in case, she prepared herself for having to explain to people who the simple act of hand-stamping worked. It amazed her how often people put up a fight about showing a little piece of plastic.

She was also hoping she wouldn't have to explain the 90's pop hits theme the DJ had going. Because she couldn't explain that at all.

The Devil's Nest was open.

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Where Susan cards.

Well, Wesley had graduated yesterday. He supposed he'd earned a trip to a bar.

Even if he didn't have any intention of actually drinking. Just sitting at a bar was a grown-up thing, right?

"Hello," he said, offering Susan a smile as he held out his hand for a stamp.

[[some mild SP for the next little bit, but i didn't want to have him leave without another thread with this one]]

"Hello and congratulations," she greeted him, stamping him and appreciating the cooperation there.

"Thank you," Wesley said, with a glance down at the stamp on his hand. "How've you been?"

"Nothing of note worth mentioning," she admitted. "Yourself?"

"Packing, mostly," he offered. "Not terribly exciting, unless you count the surprising rediscovery of a few books that turned sentient two summers ago."

Which he didn't, really, because... Fandom.

Susan didn't either, really. Sometimes books just did that.

"When do you leave?" she wondered.

Ah, books.

"Tomorrow, I think," he said with a half-shrug. "Or as soon as my, ah, colleague gets fed up with the island and drags me to the causeway." He offered a shrug, explaining, "She was unimpressed with the graduation ceremony yesterday, apparently. Something about there not being enough giant snakes."

Perks of a Hellmouth education.

"It was lacking in those," Susan said evenly. "Tomorrow seems so soon."

Which, of course, it was.

"I think that's generally how time works," Wesley teased with a bit of a smile. "But yes, it seems rather sudden to me too. Just under two years here might be a little... challenging to shake off."

To put it mildly.

"Do you, ah, have any plans for the summer?"

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Get your drink on.

The weekend was almost over, and in Suriyawong's estimation, it needed to hurry up and get there.

The morning's vacation feeling had again passed - especially after being forced to watch Petra and Peter argue for several hours straight - and by now he was desperate enough to find some time to get some work done that he'd actually fled into a bar to do so.

Conform to his age, he was sipping from a glass of coke, duty rosters still in hand, and enjoying the lack of... well, complaining.

Tomorrow Jaina headed back home, where she had to deal with trying to head off bad things happening to pretty much everyone she knew and loved there, apparently, hope she didn't have to go to trial over the situation that led to her losing her job, and mentally prepare for the worst case scenario.

So tonight, Jaina was drinking. She wasn't getting drunk, because she hadn't done that in years her time and didn't miss it even a little, bur she felt like absolutely no one would blame her for going to the bar tonight.

Hopefully you like Britney (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CduA0TULnow&ob=av2e).

Vampire in da house?

Eric was there, brooding in the back.

Broodily.

Being her last night here for who knew how long, Jaina figured she should come on back here while she could. "One day I'm going to come back here and find you looking happy and not have any idea how to react," she said.

"You should have been here when we were Salutations, then," Eric said, quirking a smile. "Bad weekend?"

She thought that answer over as she took a seat. "I got to see my cousin graduate and see some people. So it could have been worse," she said. "Just a little tough."

No, she wasn't downplaying it at all, of course not.

"You are a big liar," Eric said with a tiny smile, signalling for Tiny to bring Jaina her usual drink.

"Maybe that was me being optimistic," she said with a tiny smile back.

Not that she'd ever been great at optimism. But look, she'd made it through the whole week without any sort of stress breakdown.

"Maybe," Eric replied, "but I kind of doubt it. How was graduation? I didn't go--the only person I knew graduating is Sookie's boyfriend and that seemed like not enough reason to lurk around creepily."

She managed a little smile at that. "It was fine. Oh, except for when Ingvar rained down dolls and killer bears on the graduates."

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The Dance Floor and Lounge

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