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Travis is up at the Bar today. Nicholas took his shift, to make up for the one he'd missed earlier in the week, which gave Travis a rather unexpected day off. He'd gone in anyway, but Clarke had insisted. Sent him home on the spot, claiming that he doesn't have the time or energy to watch after both of their shift schedules.
He's got a pint that he's slowly working on as he idly doodles on a napkin. Little fluffy sheep and dogs and ducklings. A great way to distract himself without actually doing anything.
[ooc: Plotlocked, ta. And thanks to the wonders of Millitime, takes place after this post.]
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