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[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

New Year's Eve? I'll be working.

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[harpheart.livejournal.com]

It'll be fun, Di! A pub party...

Right?

[Don't be a spoilsport, boss.]

[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

Precisely, Garrett. I'll be working in the pub. Someone has to keep things running, even if others of us would prefer a party.

[But have a tolerant smile.]

[harpheart.livejournal.com]

C'mon, nobody's gonna mind if you have a bit to drink and join in for Auld Lang Syne.

[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

Will you be pouring drinks for me while I do that, then, Garret-dear?

[mightbedrunk.livejournal.com]

The only real question I have, honestly. Is who is going to have the more kicking party.

You or Mooseknuckle.

[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

Leona...you have to ask?

[mightbedrunk.livejournal.com]

You know these are important things to ask. Conner promised me sparklers.

[uncutclarity.livejournal.com]

You know, someday, you will manage to hire someone you can trust the bar to, and someday I will drag you out to make fun of ridiculous men with me.

I might be seventy-five before it happens, I admit.

[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

I'll write it down. "When Avery is seventy-five, let someone else manage the bar so we can make fun of ridiculous men..."

[uncutclarity.livejournal.com]

Well, as long as I'm on the schedule. I'll buy a 60 year calendar, just so I can note it down. Surely someone sells one.

[But down to business. Or deliveries.]

I brought you rum caramels. The last hurrah of the holiday baking and candymaking.

[washtheblood.livejournal.com]

"An' I'll be dealing with the aftermath of it all, certainly."

[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

Will you, then?

[washtheblood.livejournal.com]

"Oh aye, expecting a good barfight to come my way."

[harpheart.livejournal.com]

It'll be fun, Di! A pub party...

Right?

[Don't be a spoilsport, boss.]

[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

Precisely, Garrett. I'll be working in the pub. Someone has to keep things running, even if others of us would prefer a party.

[But have a tolerant smile.]

[harpheart.livejournal.com]

C'mon, nobody's gonna mind if you have a bit to drink and join in for Auld Lang Syne.

[mightbedrunk.livejournal.com]

The only real question I have, honestly. Is who is going to have the more kicking party.

You or Mooseknuckle.

[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

Leona...you have to ask?

[mightbedrunk.livejournal.com]

You know these are important things to ask. Conner promised me sparklers.

[uncutclarity.livejournal.com]

You know, someday, you will manage to hire someone you can trust the bar to, and someday I will drag you out to make fun of ridiculous men with me.

I might be seventy-five before it happens, I admit.

[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

I'll write it down. "When Avery is seventy-five, let someone else manage the bar so we can make fun of ridiculous men..."

[uncutclarity.livejournal.com]

Well, as long as I'm on the schedule. I'll buy a 60 year calendar, just so I can note it down. Surely someone sells one.

[But down to business. Or deliveries.]

I brought you rum caramels. The last hurrah of the holiday baking and candymaking.

[washtheblood.livejournal.com]

"An' I'll be dealing with the aftermath of it all, certainly."

[di-a-mond.livejournal.com]

Will you, then?

[washtheblood.livejournal.com]

"Oh aye, expecting a good barfight to come my way."