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Caritas, Friday Evening

There were oranges all over Caritas tonight. Behind the bar, on a shelf in the back room, on the zombie drummer's drums... They were just turning up all over the place. Tino was doing his best to ignore the whole thing.

Mike was practising juggling with them. He wasn't very good, but that didn't matter, it amused him all the same.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Manhattan Cocktail
Tom Collins
Bourbon Sour
And all the oranges you want to have!

Hey, Mike wanted to try gettng rid of them somehow.

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With oranges!

"Trying to prevent scurvy?" Yes, Dean. That had to be it.

Mike caught the oranges – he was currently using only two to juggle, and that was hard enough – and looked over the bar, shrugging. "Dunno man, but I think the island might be? Unless it's the gremlins."

"...I'll pass on the oranges then."

"They're totally safe," Mike reassured him."I made Tino test one, and he's fine."

Well, he was Tino.

Dean looked down at Tino, then back at Mike. "Yeah, sticking to my no orange policy."

"Suit yourself." Mike shrugged again. "So can I get you a beer or something else with a no-orange guarantee...?"

"A beer would be great," Dean replied, perking right up.

Mike chuckled a bit as he went to get said beer. He didn't even know Dean that well, and that was still predictable. But of course, he was a bartender.

"So how've you been, man?"

"Well, I haven't been kidnapped and put in a messed up dungeon in a while." It was actually kind of weird.

"But did you have to face sharks coming from the sky?"

That had been something, right?

"I missed that," Dean said with a deeply put upon sigh. This is what happened when the took care of a poltergeist in North Carolina.

"Don't sigh, man," Mike chided. Jokingly. "It wasn't fun."

But hey, maybe he'd enjoy tomorrow.

Hell yeah he would.

"Yeah, but sharks! It was sharks during shark week." Did you not understand the wonder of shark week, Mike?

Funnily enough, he didn't.

"It was sharks in a fucking tornado."

"Shark week."

Snort. "You can keep saying that as much as you want, it's not gonna mean anything more to me, man.

"Heathen," Dean said, shaking his head at Mike sadly.

"Hey, I'm open to being educated," Mike shrugged. He was open to a lot of new experiences!

The narrative would've stated something about 'not dirty' here, but that would not have been accurate. "Just not when things are trying to eat my face."

DAMN IT, MIKE.

Dean had a look of 'thinking about it' that shifted over to 'not bad' to 'wow, not going there'. He was a man of many expressions. "Face eating is a down side," he admitted. "Especially when it's a face is pretty as this," he drawled, gesturing to his own face.

Mike exaggerated a shrug. "Don't know, man. Is it that pretty?"

It was.

"Oh, it is. It is," Dean replied, leaning back and nodding.

"Dunno," Mike replied, clicking his tongue. "Used to work with a lot of pretty faces back in Tampa. In fact I have one too. I don't know if yours holds up."

"Tampa?" Dean scoffed. "Florida is one of the worst states ever."

The humidity alone got it low scores. 0/10, would not visit again.

Mike put on an affronted face. He didn't have that much home state pride, so it came off mostly amused. "Wow, you are just full of delusions today, aren't you?"

"Dude. Florida. It's like a swamp full of old people."

"Do I look like a swamp-dwelling old person to you?"

Don't make him take his shirt off, Dean.

Whoa now, let's not make things weird, Mike.

"How old are you?"

Hey, he'd been shirtless at work before!

... Even at this job, rather. Though it'd been because of a glitter accident.

"Thirty one, and if you call that old, I'm gonna have to escort you off the premises."

What did he say about making things weird?

Dean snorted at that. "I'm there with you. I have a kid brother who is even younger than me than normal."

"I have a fifteen-year-old ––" Or whatever age Stiles was, Mike was bad at numbers. "–– running around my house all the time, and I try not too think too much about that."

Seriously, he was about twice Stiles' age, he didn't like stopping to think about that. He was still in his early twenties, really!

Dean made a face, thinking about Sam's bitchy phase at that age. Though, really, that phase lasted a long time.

"Your kid?" Hey, he wasn't judging.

Let's ignore how with Mike's teen and young adulthood lifestyle, it could have been.

"Uh, no. Friend of my housemate's."

Well, maybe next time random kids show up...

"Seriously?"

"Oh it's way more weird than it sounds."

"I live with a guy who looks just like me," Dean countered. "Try me."

"Well, they know each other from back home but they come from different versions of that home," Mike shrugged. "And I can never tell if they actually hate each other or if there's like a, like a crush going on or what. Mostly I just butt the hell out of their drama."

Idk.

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