Caritas, Thursday

[wrongkindofsith]

After some mostly unavoidable absences, Cara was back behind the bar, trying to remind herself it was a good thing she'd been small and fuzzy enough for the island's weirdness to pass her by the last weekend. She hadn't cracked open a bottle of something strong enough to distract her from her thoughts yet, but she was eyeing one pensively.

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[Open, no ocd.]