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Caritas, Sunday Evening

Okay, so Guy had not existed on island this past week. Which made going into work more than just a little strange.

Especially with Tino drinking by himself in the corner. Well, that one wasn't actually strange. But still.

Weirder than that shit with Superboy Prime.

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Where Zombies were attempting to play some Rage Against the Machine. It didn't really work.

Limbs were falling off left and right.

Where Guy was just not going to ask what happened. Nope.

Where people can brood. If they were so inclined.

Where there is no resistance. Anymore.

The Olympics were on, though.

WORD.

After the last week, Kitty had to come in here before heading back home. Because she had to remind herself of what it really looked like, and that this wasn't half a restaurant, and that it was in no way a speakeasy.

And then she looked over at Tino and said, "I think he has the right idea."

"That bad?" Guy just had to ask. Just had to.

"What the fuck happened?"

Sarah was going to ask that, yes.

"I think I just lost a fucking week."

"You and me both," Guy replied. "How'd we manage to miss when shit went down?"

"Uh huh," she nodded. "Don't be surprised if it gets busy in here." Though if it didn't, it was probably because everyone was off hugging people or rocking back and forth in a ball for a few hours.

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Well, that was cheerful!

"...I'll get more bottles out then."

Sarah shrugged. "Not sure I want to know, to be honest." Though she was pissed she'd missed the opening ceremonies of the London Olympics. "'Bout time I didn't get dragged into anything freaky."

"Just in case," she said, and frowned. Not just because she kept looking at him and thinking she sort of wanted to check in on Clint soon. "Where were you?"

Guy gave that a moment's thought before nodding in agreement. "Hopefully it'll calm down."

Somewhere in the background, Tino was glaring at them.

"Not here," he replied with a shrug. "It's weird."

"Huh." She hated alternate timelines, she decided. "Can I get a shot of something in a drink of something else? I don't even care if it's gross right now."

Probably for the best, then, that Sarah was really paying more attention to the band. And not much attention at that, either.

"Usually does," she said. "Weird shit's what we do here."

It was a thing when you came from comic books. A thing.

"Vodka it is," Guy said, turning to grab what appeared to be cake flavoured vodka. Because clearly he knew what people liked best. He set the entire bottle on the bar, adding a shot glass next to it.

"And at home," he added, pushing a beer at her.

"That, too," she agreed, taking the drink with a brief smirk. "Though this is the first time I've lost any time to anything except being blackout drunk."

Kitty poured the shot, drank it, then thought to look at the bottle.

"It feels very weird to follow today up with cake." Not that that was a bad thing. It was like 'I saw a bad guy get shot and die, and now I get cake.'

Lex made his way to Caritas pretty damn quickly. "Can I get something strong?" he asked.

Right now, he needed all the booze.

"Luthor," Guy greeted him with wry amusement, grabbing something classy. Scotch. There we go.

SERIOUSLY, SARAH?

"...do I wanna know?"

"It's good stuff." Said the super macho Green Lantern.

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Caritas, Sunday Evening

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The Lounge

The Back Room

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