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Caritas, Saturday

Today April had received her official schedule for the community college classes she was going to be taking. It was full of times and locations and names of classes, and naturally it needed to be destroyed.

Tino didn't appear to be in today, so April placed a neatly-written sign on the bar reading "Yell if you need service," then went to the lounge to throw darts at the sheet of paper. She was being kind of loud about it, occasionally cursing when she didn't quite hit the target.

April was definitely going places in life.

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Where the karaoke happens.

Where April will serve you if you're loud enough to get her attention.

Where darts are happening.

I am not sure what one would do here.

Zomg.

Sarah considered just going over the bar and grabbing a beer for herself. Hey, her boyfriend worked here, she could've talked her way out of trouble.

But then she yelled, "SEEEEEERVIIIIIICE!"

Because that was fun. And easier.

April was just trying to help people get in touch with their yelling sides, oh em gee!

Abandoning her super-important project for a moment, she emerged from the lounge, still holding a dart. That probably looked a little weird.

"Yeah?"

Sarah had spent like a quarter of her entire life so far at a cape bar. She was used to bartender emerging from lounges and back rooms with far weirder things.

She was also a natural at yelling, but she didn't do it again.

"Beer me."

Sliding a beer across the bar, April checked, "You know you could've just taken one and walked out?"

It was almost like Sarah was a responsible person or something.

"Climbing over bars takes effort." So more lazy than responsible, then. "And you don't have an electronic beer-dispensing machine."

Taps didn't count, because with those you still had to get your own glass and everything.

"Tell me about it," April said. "If we had one of those, I'd never have to do anything, like, ever."

Sarah toasted her with the beer. "One of the kid geniuses should make one. And one that counsels people, while they're at it."

Because why should April be the only one not doing their job?

"You're a counselor?" April was just guessing here. Or she actually knew it and had just forgotten. Probably the latter. "Can't you tell one of the students to do it for a creative outlet or closure or some crap?"

That presumed that students valued Sarah's advice, awesome as it was.

"Yeah, been the guidance counselor since last summer ended." A drunken career decision, but that didn't really need to get mentioned. "And, there's that Tony kid. He seems too smart for his own good, he could probably build one."

"Never met him," April said, not that that was probably surprising. "He seem like the kind of benevolent inventor who'd make me one for free?"

"Dunno." That would have involved her paying more attention to the students, come on. "I think he seems like a rih kid though, so maybe?"

Ew, paying attention to students. Who did that?

"Too bad I have like no interest in talking to him," April concluded. "Sucks."

Quite the go-getter attitude, April.

Sarah shrugged. "Guess you just have to keep on serving people yourself then, sweetheart," she replied, mock sweetly. "Bummer."

"Easier than talking to teenagers about their problems," April shrugged. "Unless you just give them all beer."

"Mostly I don't talk to the little brats at all," Sarah shared. "They don't come 'round that often. Besides, most of their problems are entertaining."

"Like?"

Confidentiality, April. God.

Even Sarah knew that!

"Really don't think I'm s'posed to say."

"Starting to see an upside to your job," April offered. "Excuse to not talk about work."

Snort. "People hassle you a lot about the fineries of bartending, then?"

"It happens." Not really. It didn't happen that often. "Loquacious parents."

That was true. She did have those.

"You can just go, 'Fuck off, it's confidential.' Way easier."

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