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[bloody_rockgod]

Post wedding madness, Charlie sits at the bar. His tie is undone and there's a Guinness in front of him. He's doing something he hasn't for a long time: writing on his hand with a Sharpie pen.

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[gil_whimple]

"Doesn't that hurt?" Gil asks, passing with a tray of glasses. "You look ever so smart. Was it a good wedding?"

[bloody_rockgod]

"Nope, doesn't hurt at all." He regards his hand. "Washing it off will be interesting, though.

"Thanks. It was . . . a wedding." He shrugs.

[gil_whimple]

"Weddings are like that," Gil agrees. "Unless it's your own, of course, in which case I expect you're too terrified to notice."

He smiles at Charlie's rather grubby hand and goes on his way.

[ooc: sorry, yahoo stockpiled my notifications and let me have 30 all in one go.]

[comma_sticks]

Shannon walks over. "Hey. What're you all dressed up for?"

[bloody_rockgod]

"Shannon! Hey. I played at a wedding earlier so I dressed up."

[comma_sticks]

"Who got married? Anybody I know?"

[bloody_rockgod]

"Isable and Warren? I don't know if you've met them. Isabel is one of the waitresses. Warren's . . . he's around. I'm not sure what he does exactly."