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Caritas, Sunday Evening

The Olympics were over which meant there would be no more slacking off in the back room. Until football season started in earnest, that is.

Look, Guy was big into his football, okay?

This would probably end with Tino wearing a soccer jersey just to piss him off on those days. Tino was a terrible person like that.

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Where the band might have been playing 'The Final Countdown' all damn night.

Where Guy was nursing a beer and reading what appeared to be the Daily Planet.

Where you could sit back and relax.

Where the television was not on for a change.

Downstairs neighbors are making curry. So hungry now.

"A beer in celebration of the Olympics ending?"

That was actually a request, not a question about his beverage.

Also, a hello.

Why can't it be both?

Guy glanced up from the paper, taking a contemplative sip of his beer. "Yep. Now I can stop pretending to care about water polo."

"No one cares about water polo." She snapped her fingers, then patted the bar in front of her. Because just telling him to give her a beer would be too easy. "Closing ceremonies weren't shit, though, I guess."

Spoken like someone pretending she hadn't maybe grooved a bit to that weird version of Blur's Parklife.

"Yeah, I can see you being a big fan of the Spice Girls." Oh, he went there.

He also poured her a beer. Because he was a nice boyfriend like that.

Sarah would have argued against two separate words in that sentence.

But she was busy reaching for the beer and bitchfacing at him. Also, she couldn't read narrative. "Ew."

Jonothon could have watched the Olympic closing ceremonies tonight. He could have at least attempted to find a stream of it online somewhere after he'd managed to chase all of the Open Mic patrons out of his theatre. Except for how he'd had to chase all of the bloody Open Mic patrons out of his theatre. Funny how that worked.

"I need something stiff," he managed through grit teeth. "Something very, very stiff."

"Girl power," Guy teased. "What was that team you were in...?"

"My apartment just exploded stiff, or I dinged my car stiff?"

"Watch it," Sarah groused, "or I'll give you lady trouble to worry about."

"Is this you trying to make this an open relationship?" Yeah, Guy was all class.

"No." ... Wait. "Who says this is a relationship in the first place?"

Except for everything?

"I'm a former would-be professional musician robbed of my ability to perform for the better part of a decade, made to sit back and witness a veritable procession of self-righteous no-effort talent that would make all of the greats through history feel self-conscious to the point of considering retirement... stiff."

About that stiff.

The parade of perfect people today made Jono really, really want to punch things.

The look Guy gave her spoke volumes. Oh, Sarah. When Guy was the mature one about a relationship, you know things were weird.

"..." Guy shrugged, grabbing the man a bottle of whiskey and placing it down. No glass needed. "Try not to pass out on the bar. I don't know where to send the rickshaw."

Jonothon and his flair for the dramatic had no plans to pass out on the bar, Guy!

... Of course, best laid plans and all.

Either way, he nodded and reached for the bottle, taking a long pull from it before slouching forward a bit with a sigh.

"Please tell me I'm not the only one who's been plagued by princesses and rockstars and... princess rockstars, this weekend?"

"...can't say I've noticed any." Because you haven't left your house, Guy.

"Lucky bastard," Jono grumbled, frowning into his whiskey. "I run the theatre. Apparently, a theatre is like a... a homing beacon for them. Like moths to a spotlight."

"Why are you giving me that look?"

Oh, she knew. Volumes, see. She shifted in a place a little awkwardly, then trying to cover that up with a heavy drawl of sarcasm.

"What, d'you want to be my boyfriend now or something?"

"And here I thought the theater was filled with them even on a normal day." Guy Gardner: Nicest person ever.

"Yeah," Guy replied, leaning forward. "I guess I am. Unless you got something else in mind."

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Caritas, Sunday Evening

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The Lounge

The Back Room

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