Charlie doesn't really have a reaction when he gets asked to bartend. He doesn't overly mind, but at the same time there's a not small part of him that wants to ignore the request and go to sleep, for however long it takes for his Teja to come back
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"I guess a Soul Taker would be fitting," Asar-Suti says, walking up to the bar and smiling cheerfully.
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Doing this was supposed to be good for him. To just do something and keep his mind away from Teja. "He doesn't have the cuff. He took it off, in England. So the silver wouldn't get tarnished."
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He groans.
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"And none of these things mean anything to me! Blokes! Bonked! Condoms! HIV! England! The madness of this place knows no bounds."
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He doesn't even try to translate Asar-Suti's words. It wouldn't get very far with it anyway. "You don't like vodka, or overly fruity drinks, Teja." Charlie bites down hard on the tip of his tongue, looking sideways at the purple god. "He took it off for ten minutes, once, to wash out dishes. That was all."
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He turns to Charlie.
"I know not what vodka is, but indeed, I would rather not drink a fruity thing. What do I like?"
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He pours a different shot for Teja, merely pushing it at him silently, voice tight. "Try that. It's called Angel Dust."
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He is, indeed, getting used to not understanding much.
He drinks, then adds, "This is good!"
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He sips his own drink.
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It hurts more than you know be talking to you and have you not know me.
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He finishes his drink, and walks away.
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