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[nobodyneedknow]

This is very peculiar.

You would expect that...

[There is a pause here]

...you would expect that...

[And another pause]

Blast, I've forgotten the word.

Ah!

You would expect that the habit would not be as engrossing as...

[There is music in the background suddenly. It's jazzy]

This music is-

Barkeep! Another!

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[shiverandsing]

[Curt been going into the Blue Light a lot lately. It's got live music and a bit of the dive bar atmosphere he feels comfortable in. Tonight he's been going into the Blue Light a lot more than usual since he can't seem to spend more than a minute or two on one side of the door without having to go through it the other way. At some point while on the inside he spots Dorian and waves.]

Hey, Dorian, how's it going?

[nobodyneedknow]

Curt!

[Dorian moves to greet him with a cheerful pat on the shoulder]

Gin and tonic? On me.

[He pauses. He's carries himself remarkably well]

Literally or figuratively.

[shiverandsing]

[Curt takes a moment to contemplate the ways that could possibly be meant literally. He shrugs.]

Sounds good.

[And then, with no warning, he turns and walks out.]

[nobodyneedknow]

[Dorian stares for a second, then looks around. Did he just msis something?]

[fatespoken]

[ ... And here's another glass/shot of whatever Dorian ordered earlier, paired with a complimentary raised eyebrow. ]

Getting started early?

[nobodyneedknow]

[He takes the gin and lifts it to Amory in a fashion that almost says cheers]

Is it early? It's after noon, isn't it?

[fatespoken]

And we close at 3 AM.

[ Then a grin. ]

Keep drinking, it's good for you.

[nobodyneedknow]

Without the slightest doubt.

[He looks at Amory for a minute, to process where he has seen this boy before]

Amory, right? We met, once.

[adamantined]

[Working or not working, Claire can't help scrunching up her eyebrows and twisting her lips every time she walks by Dorian's table. She always has the immediate urge to playfully scold him even if he's not actually Caspian.]

I hope you're keeping track.

[nobodyneedknow]

[Hmmmm?]

Why keep track?

[adamantined]

So the bartender doesn't screw you over when you're too drunk to remember.

[Inside information, whether true or not.]

[nobodyneedknow]

Well that's dishonest.

[But he makes a note]

[oshutup]

[Passing through, covering a certain redhead's shift, he has to be here, but he ignores Dorian who is so fortunately for both of them seated at the bar anyway. Not his area...well in a pinch, but tonight is not that night. He only is aware of him being there through peripheral vision and not being deaf; a direct even sweeping glance is nonexistent.]d