"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened ( Read more... )

A few things have been left at the bar for people. With notes. Not very expressive notes, but notes.

( Mike and Bernard )

It's several days after the burial, now, but Liam and Darien are still around. They're sitting at a table in the main bar, right now.

Darien's reading over his last letter from Charlie, for the hundredth time or more. Liam's just watching him, eyes full of grief and worry. He won't leave without him. He made a promise.

Desmond's at the Bar with a mug of coffee, clean-shaven and with his hair combed back.

He's tired, though, and he looks it; the coffee's there for a reason.

He sits watching the bar as a whole, as if looking for something in particular.

Charlie is at the bar, scribbling in his notebook. It's not a song, this time--it's a letter.

He's keeping an eye out for a few people, as well.

He's the Invisible Man. That's TOTALLY why you haven't seen him around.

Totally.

It has nothing to do with getting licked by Bigfoot.

Totally.

That said: Agency agent at 3 o'clock lounging on a couch reading a philosophy magazine.

[OOM: Charlie has a dream.]

Some things you think will never change, like Charlie, his guitar, and a song.

( When the night has come )

Charlie is out by the lake, playing and singing to the water.

( This song hurts so good. )

It is a very happy Darien who comes trotting into the bar today, a very happy Darien indeed. He's slouched back, grooving to the sound of his own mental music, occasionally samba-ing between patrons and chairs and tables and obviously looking to celebrate ( Read more... )

Darien walks in.

Darien... looks utterly foul. He's sniffling, his hair is completely undone, and he's shivering every few seconds. He makes his way to the bar, get a bowl of soup and a cup of hot coffee and a comforter and toddles towards the couches and the fire and becomes something more like a
lump of pathetic.