Caritas, Saturday

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Right, so April had seriously considered sitting in her apartment in the dark all weekend, but she had this job, and since she was quittnig the teaching gig after her next few classes, she figured it was best to stay on good terms with her boss at the bar.

So here she was, wearing a hoodie with the hood pulled up and having ditched her stupid glasses for the contacts it had taken her forever to find this morning. Much better.

When Tino came in in a stupid Hawaiian shirt asking if it made him look younger, April tossed a lime at him and told him to fuck off.

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"Sometimes, I find myself thoroughly convinced that this island is laughing at us." Jono was moving a little stiffly as he eased himself onto a bar stool, though he managed to at least keep from wincing as he did so.

Stupid wrappings. Stupid being a skinny beanpole back when he was a teen. Stupid giant freaking body now.

"Nice hoodie."

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A pretty significant part of April wanted to just keep glaring at the wall, but adults didn't do that, did they?

Instead she reached behind her for an English beer, set it on the bar, and slid it across to Jono.

"Thanks."

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Oh, she knew him so well. Jono smirked faintly as he reached for the bottle, opening it on the counter's edge, and then lifted it to his forehead in a sort of salute... toast... gesture.

"Grab one for yourself, luv. On me." And if Tino didn't like it, Jono would just stand up and be huge and intimidating at him. "Make it through th'week alright?"

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April gave him a grateful nod before taking a beer for herself, then took her time answering his question. She had to sip... okay, gulp her drink first, all right? "I played babysitter to a twelve-year-old and slept with some Swedish guy," she said after a little while.

And she'd let her walls down enough to let people see that she gave a shit about people's opinions, but sharing that now would just retread over that same minefield.

"You?"

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"There's a patch of burned grass in th'park thanks to me freaking out over an unexpected hug," Jono replied, shrugging. "And I spent my morning yesterday more or less informing my students about how hard my life is. I'll owe them an apology next week, after that."

Ah, import beer. Thank goodness for that much.

"I didn't burn down th'Boards, so I can't complain too much, I think."

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So, look who was all huge and blue again. Natalie glanced over and considered the merits of not saying anything right now. Then decided against it.

"Hey."

Always a good start.

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"Natalie." Jono glanced her way, offering her a wry smile and raising his beer toward her in greeting. "I think I owe you a thank you for attempting to talk some sense into my ridiculous teen-aged head."

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Natalie shrugged. "I didn't try very hard." But she'd still had to say something. "Arguing with Fandom-influenced people is a headache, you don't owe me anything."

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"Perhaps not, but I'm grateful all the same," he decided, shrugging. "I wasn't exactly at th'top of my game last week."

Obviously.

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Natalie was not a Caritas regular by a long shot. But she was feeling restless today, like she had been for a while, and talking to Clint had only helped with that for a while. So, when evening came, she was still needing things to do. Walking around town, mostly, though that got tiresome after a while.

And the bar served soda, too, right? So, here she was.

And recognizing the bartender, to her surprise. "Oh. It's you."

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"Congrats," April said, "you win the 'guess your bartender's identity' prize for the day."

Sorry, Natalie. April wasn't so thrilled with the way the past week had gone.

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"I didn't actually say your name," Natalie pointed out. Mildly, of course. "Not sure just 'you' is enough, but maybe this contest had low standards."

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"It's Fandom," April said with a shift of one shoulder that would have been a shrug if she'd put more than two percent effort into it. "Crappy with low standards are a thing here."

Or maybe just sulky bartenders. It could also be that.

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The really nice thing about this bar was that Lydia wasn't here.

It wasn't that Lizzie didn't love her baby sister; she did. Really. It was more that going out with Lydia meant chaperoning, as her underage sibling had a habit of getting wasted and then embarrassing herself.

Being a chaperone meant staying more-or-less sober. Which was not on tonight's agenda.

"Hi," she said. "Can I get a mojito?"

Not that she intended to get drunk very quickly. Some day, Lydia might learn the enjoyment of getting a drink you could sip.

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"...Depends on if you know what's in that."

April was the best bartender around.

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Lizzie hadn't expected that response.

"Just ... the usual?" she hazarded. "White rum, lime juice, and mint?"

Did they have special mojitos here? Or was this a quiz: you only got a mojito if you could prove you knew what it actually was?

Unless the bartender was incom ... new. She promised Jane she would try to be nice.

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Nope, not new! She just tended to get more requests for beers than anything else, really.

"Say that again, but slower," April requested, turning around to gather the necessary bottles. "And how much of each."

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"Going straight for th'hard drinks, hm?"

Jono was teasing, obviously. And giving her a salute hello with an import beer in his hand.

"I see you survived another week of Fandom's madness. How are you enjoying th'weather, luv?"

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"I should make a joke about snooty Brits dissing our American beers," she replied, "but ... well."

Most American beers spoke for themselves. Guinness vs. Coors was not exactly a battle of the titans.

"Did you know the snow tastes like sugar today?" she added. "Did a candy factory blow up? Or am I just hallucinating again?"

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"Neither," Jono replied, shrugging his shoulder and taking a casual mouthful of beer. "It's December."

This explained it all, on Fandom Island.

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I despise today so much.