It was a new night for Guy to work, but it was the same as always beyond that. It involved informing Tino for the tenth time that no, Guy was not going to tape of the zombie band. He was in no way paid enough to do that crap.

That was all on Tino.

So, Caritas was open. And only slightly falling apart. If you looked at the stage.

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Officer Clint Barton stared out across his desk, slowly stirring a cup of coffee as music swelled softly behind him. It was difficult being a man of the law in this town, but it was the only way he could think of to have a chance of finding his long-lost twin brother, and keeping himself busy kept away the memories of the terrible boating accident ( Read more... )

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Yes, Tino was writing poetry at the bar. Bad poetry. There was rhyming and liberal use of the word 'tawny' to describe hair.

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Tino, it seemed, was still trying to woo the barista at the Perk. But now he'd moved onto rewriting song lyrics so that they applied to them.

"I really don't think Every Breath You Take is a good idea," Guy informed him. But Tino ignored that.

Because some people just don't realize how creepy that song is.

The Olympics were over which meant there would be no more slacking off in the back room. Until football season started in earnest, that is.

Look, Guy was big into his football, okay?

This would probably end with Tino wearing a soccer jersey just to piss him off on those days. Tino was a terrible person like that.

Tino was stuck behind the bar tonight as the Olympics trumped being a good bartender in Guy's book. Which would be why he was in the backroom, drinking a beer as he watched.

What was it about these games that turned everyone into fans of shit like water polo?

Not on, Olympics. Not on.