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[little_moons]

If you're reading this, I'm probably not around anymore...There's dirt under my nails. I don't know a fuckin' thing about gardening, but I don't have it in me to let his flowers die. It seems like a part of him, one of the only parts any of us have left, his ashes scattered in the dirt under the cascading blue bells and morning glories, the new,

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[raw_youth]

Dodge slipped in quietly and slunk across the room to the bar. There was nothing stealthy about it and he knew he'd been seen, but it didn't deter him from getting right to Neil's shoulder and saying, "Boo."

It was hot and he wore a tank and shorts, but he had a long sleeve shirt over that. House had been pissed off when he'd found out Dodge was using. He figured he'd best keep his track marks covered up so he didn't piss anyone else off, too.

"Whatcha up to?" he asked, eyeing the drink and the joint and wetting his lips. He could use a little bit of both of those.

[little_moons]

Turning my head lazily to look at him, I flash him a smirk, flipping the notebook closed but casually enough that it doesn't really look like I'm trying to hide anything.

"Somethin' I should've done weeks ago," I drawl, passing over the joint when I catch him looking at it. "You want a drink?"

[raw_youth]

"I walked all this fuckin' way, yeah I want a drink," Dodge replied. He took the joint and hit it. He'd never smoked much pot before he'd arrived here but he'd picked up the habit quickly. Holding the smoke made his chest tighten as his body rebelled against his holding his breath. He finally exhaled and gave a little cough.

"Nice. Thanks," he whispered, his throat rough from the smoke. He was already feeling the tingle across the back of his neck that bled sweet warmth down his back and between his shoulders.

[little_moons]

"You're not just here for my fuckin' company? I'm hurt," I mutter dryly, hopping up onto the bar and swinging my legs over to land on the other side, instead wastin' the time to walk all the way around.

"The beer's good this week," I tell him. It's always drinkable, but some batches are a little better than others.

[teenagerenegade]

At a loss, sometimes, he ends up in the Winchester; he can't spend every moment with Edmund like they're attached at the hip. He wanders and, when he ends up in the Winchester, he makes a beeline for the bar. He figures he'll hang out for a little while.

"Hey," he says, sliding onto a barstool. "Thought I'd bug you for a while."

[little_moons]

"Lucky me," I mutter, joint pinched between smirking lips, and reaching out to ruffle his hair.

"Edmund get tired of you or somethin'?"

[teenagerenegade]

Charlie's lips press together with mock irritation and he pushes his hair back again, nose wrinkling.

"Never going to happen, man," he says. "There's just a part of me that wants to hang out with you. What can I say? I'm a masochist."

[little_moons]

"Poor baby," I mutter dryly, rolling my eyes and passing him the joint. "Must be fuckin' torture for you."

[headofaccounts]

If there's anything constant about the island, it's loss. It's a fact that Pete has only recently come to terms with (he has only lost one person so far), but one that he's seen in action many a time. He doesn't really frequent the Winchester, but the evening finds him there anyway.

He manages a smile in return, turning to close the door behind him before continuing towards the bar.

"It's nice out," he begins, pausing once he realizes how par the course that is for the island. "- In case you weren't aware."

[little_moons]

Knocking back the last of my drink and swiveling on my stool to face him, I say, "Are you askin' if I can come out and play?"

Unless it's rainin', it's always nice out, so there's no point in pretending like that wasn't a really fuckin' lame line.

[headofaccounts]

"I don't know what your work schedule is like," Pete says, following a moment of uncomfortable silence (uncomfortable in that Pete knows it was a poor beginning).

"But it might be better than sitting inside."

[little_moons]

"No schedule," I say, taking one last drag and then crushing the joint out in the ashtray. Flipping the notebook shut, I push to my feet, tucking it under one arm and brushing past him on the way to the door, my hand catching briefly on his sleeve and giving it a tug.

"Come on, I gotta take this home. Walk with me."

[knowthyexits]

Sarah doesn't want to go home. Going home means worrying about whether or not George is going to have results for her and she can't deal with another night spent obsessing about something she can't change. So when her shift is done, she lingers at the bar of the Winchester, aware that Neil is there as well. And because it's easier to convince herself to stay if she's having a conversation, she slides over just one more stool.

"How long have you been sitting here, Neil?" she asks quietly.

[little_moons]

"Three days," I mutter dryly, giving her a look as I lean over to stub out the last burning nub of the joint.

"I dunno, an hour, maybe. Not long."

[knowthyexits]

She doesn't want to give him advice. She would hate it if she were in his shoes. All she can do, though, is be present. "I went through this once," she says quietly. "And I know I can't say anything. So, do you want to drink?" she offers, giving him a very serious look. "I am good at repressing bad shit and I could use the company and no offense, but you look like you could too."

[little_moons]

"Yeah, fine, but I'm already way ahead of you," I point out, knocking back the last of my drink and tipping my empty glass toward her.

"You're gonna have to catch up."

[echolls_cursed]

They hadn't spoken since that day- and it wasn't that Logan had avoided him so much as he simply hadn't been sure when would be the right time to go and say hello.

Now seemed as good a day as any.

Slipping into the Winchester he made his way over to the other man. It was a lucky guess, finding him here, and he offered a faint smile as he perched himself on the stool next to his.

"Fetch me a beer, wench," he joked lightly, gently nudging Neil's calf with his foot.

[little_moons]

"Fuck you, man," I say with a faint smile, kicking him back and handing over the joint without being asked. I knock back the last of my drink, sliding off my stool and making my way around to the other side of the bar.

"You're lucky. This is a decent batch," I say, pouring him a beer from the taps and sliding the glass across the bar toward him.

[echolls_cursed]

"Please, like I can tell the difference between good and bad beer after being here so long," Logan laughed, taking the beer. "Thanks, man."

He took a pull off the joint and then offered it back.

"I was going going to stop by sooner, but- you know. I thought you might need space, and then there was the whole coma thing."

[little_moons]

"Jesus," I mutter, leaning across the bar to take the joint and pulling in a deep drag.

"Where'd you end up this time?"