Jan 30, 2011 20:18
The bar was like a ghost town. Uh, if Tino was a ghost. Maybe Tino had done something to make it so eerily quiet. Or maybe it was that there was no bartender to save customers from Tino's insanity.
No matter, Caritas was open.
reno,
caritas,
barney stinson,
genesis rhapsodos
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There were some things, truly, only a drink could help.
He got a stiff drink from Tino and watched the band. That, he was still dubious about. It seemed like a poor idea, having dead people be your band.
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And, okay, for the weekend, which had been more than a little bit draining. And just because, damn it, it had been a few days.
But there Genesis was, already here, and there Reno was, making faces as he found his way to his usual spot, because like hell he was going to let this guy ruin that much for him even if it was just a couple of stools down, and ordering... whatever the cheapest swill he could get from this place tonight was.
No, really.
"Tino, my man? Gimmie the cheapest swill you got, tonight."
Good stuff.
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Genesis took a sip of his drink--now that was the good stuff--and drawled. "Surely you've not killed all your taste buds?"
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