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[paterelohim]

[The video opens to Chuck looking... bizarrely cheerful, actually. Well- this'll be bizarre to anybody living at the barracks, since it's a large contrast to the antisocial little berk he usually is, but he's looking hale and hearty and, judging by the redness of his face, fairly inebriated

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[incaution]

[Jo looks very tired, but she spares him an amused expression.]

Of course you're opening a tavern.

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[paterelohim]

Hey, there was an empty bar here. No one was using it!

[incaution]

And you're finding something to do with you time. [That gets a laugh out of her.] Good for you, Chuck.

I may come by and help you out sometime, when I start to get all kinds of homesick.

[paterelohim]

Thanks. You should come by now. Everything's free.

[incaution]

Now, huh? Guess I could do that.

spam????

[paterelohim]

I'm waaaaaaaiting over here.

yesss

[incaution]

[There's the sound of Jo's footsteps, and she curses under her breath. Within a matter of minutes, Jo is standing in the doorway, and holds her communicator up in the air and waggles it around to show that she's cutting the feed. She does so, and then offers him a smile.]

Hey, Chuck. Start the party without me?

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[paterelohim]

[He turns to face her, leaning against the bar in what's supposed to look very cool and suave but mostly looks kind of drunk. It's amazing, how much less neurotic he gets with enough vodka in him.]

I guess I'm just a party animal.

[incaution]

[She snorts, eyebrows arched as she approaches the bar.]

Oh yeah, you definitely look it.

[Amused, she leans up against the bar and holds her hand out, expecting a drink.]

I'll give you an A for mood lighting, but without a jukebox or some games, you're lacking atmosphere. But I guess I've still got enough energy left in me to imagine what it'd be like with cards and music.

[paterelohim]

Hey, man, we're still working on karaoke. [But he ducks down (gripping the edge of the bar hard to keep steady) and brings a glass up from a hidden shelf underneath- it's squeaky clean, though a little dusty on the bottom. He fills it with vodka cranberry and slides it down the bar to her hand.]

Is that all? Man. We need to get you more energy. Stat.

[incaution]

Get me a hot bath or a shower, and I'll give you energy. [She raises the glass before downing half its contents in one big gulp. She shivers as it goes down, and the shiver goes from head to toe, but she ignores it and just finishes off her glass.]

Maybe I'll just move in here and be drunk all the time too.

[paterelohim]

We could probably swing that with a campfire, a bucket, and a big enough container. [He laughs a little too loudly at her suggestion.] Actually- actually, I've decided to move in here for real. Can you help me drag my bed and a chair into the back room?

[incaution]

[She's a little impressed that he's put some thought into this, and she nods her head.] Yeah, sure. This place will hold up a lot better than most of the cabins, so you picked a good place to call home.

[She motions for him to fill her glass again.]

You wanna do that tonight, or take a stab at it tomorrow?

[paterelohim]

[He uncorks one of the tall glass bottles and fills 'er up.]

I'm thinking tonight. I found a bunch of pins and tiny nails in the back room - [And may have stepped on one of them] - so I can even hang up my drawings.

[incaution]

You have a recent tetanus shot, right? [She jokes, and grins like a child in a candy store as she reaches over to take the filled bottle. She takes a sip from it this time, the months without drinking will make it easy for her to get drunk, so she wants to take it slow.]

Let's get moving, then. I wanna get that done, so I can get trashed enough I don't feel a damn thing.

[paterelohim]

I got it right along with the Gardasil. [He smirks and pockets the flask, coming around the bar to meet her.]

Huh, good idea. Awesome idea, actually. It won't take long- I'm pretty close by. [Going to the door now, pushing it open, etc.]