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[art_and_brian]

Justin is hungover to hell, tired and suffering a bout of teenage angst in a bad mood. He'd totally forgotten that he was down for a shift today, which is why he looks surprised when he finds Milliways at school and then downcast at the idea of working in his state

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[candied_rabbit]

Hopefully, Justin's brain is functioning enough for him to recognize the rabbit-boy wandering up to the Bar? It actually might be a bit of a challenge - the teen's hit a ridiculous, anime-style growth spurt, since their last discussion. And, while he's still a fair few inches shorter than Justin, the leap from the schoolgirl outfit of yesteryear to his present shirt and tie is a big one.

The playful expression on his face with one finger held curiously to his lips, though? Totally unchanged.

"Hold on, I need to think of a drink with a really great name."

[art_and_brian]

'Take your time.'

He waves a hand wearily, taking in the boy's appearance.

'Did someone die?'

[candied_rabbit]

"Huh? Nooo..."

Math class is not quite the equivalent of a hangover, but Momiji has just sat through it, so he is not as quick on his feet as he might be, otherwise. So, Justin just gets stared at for a second.

"Ooh, I've got it! Can I have an Apple Karate?"

Because omnomnom, carrots.

[art_and_brian]

'Then what's with the clothes? Not your normal style.'

He looks up an Apple Karate and wrinkles his nose because ew. But hey, everyone has different tastes.

[ostro_goth]

The boy looks tired, and a bit off-colour.

"Greetings," Teja says.

[art_and_brian]

'Hi, Teja.'

He slides off his stool, giving a great impression of it being terribly hard work.

'The usual?'

[ostro_goth]

"If you are up to it?" Teja says. "You look as if it might be too much for you."

[art_and_brian]

He grins and finds the wine.

'I was out last night, that's all. I can still do my job.'

As evidenced by the prompt arrival of a well-watered red wine.

'How're you?'

[gorgonfondness]

He looks about as tired as Mia sometimes feels nowadays, so she can sympathize, if for different reasons.

Besides, she's got that maternal glow and instinct going on for her. She's gotta watch out for Justin when he's looking like that.

"Do you like the sound of a purple cow?" she asks as she carefully perches herself onto a barstool, glad that she's still small enough for that to be relatively easy.

[art_and_brian]

'To drink or in general?'

He smiles and slips off his stool.

'Hi Mia. If it's a drink, give me a minute to look it up.'

[gorgonfondness]

"Hi, Justin. It's to drink, unless a purple cow says something other than moo."

Please no cracks at the pregnant lady, who will probably feel like a purple cow in a few months.

"It's essentially vanilla ice cream and grape soda," she says helpfully. "There's even some purple vanilla ice cream back there that specifically goes with it. I'm not sure if anything else goes in."

[art_and_brian]

'Purple vanilla ice cream. Right.'

He stares at her blankly for a moment, then rouses himself and goes to search for it.

'How're you doing? Baby doing OK?'