Richard has promised to cover Garion's shift today, so he steps behind the bar with Andrei in a sling on his back, ties on an apron and sets up the specials board.

SPECIALS

Anything with Scotch in.

"What'll it be?"

Yesterday Charlie got paid, which is always a good thing. He comes downstairs and lays a few of the bills on the bar top. "Me and Darien, please, love," he says and smiles, pleased, when both their totals god down ( Read more... )

There is a fellow playing flute out by the lake.

He plays very well. Almost like a pro, one might say.

In a booth, Charlie is trying to feed Seth from a jar of crushed plums. Seth has several purple-ish blobs on his face, and has gotten very little of the fruit into his mouth. Woe.

Charlie, guitar, bare feet, tea.

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David walks through the front door, and heads straight to the bar, not touching it - her, he mentally corrects himself - and smiles at Richard.

"Sundown at home, love. Armand's calling on you."