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[1000_cranes]

The doors are closed and locked and it's just the two of them, a bowl of soapy water ont he bar. Charlie's stopped before cleaning, sat down on a stool with her shoes kicked off and her chin cradled in her hand. She's pulled the pins out of her hair and it's tumbled around her face. Cadi's with Geoffrey so she knows that she can relax. She arches an eyebrow.

"Okay, let's start easy," she says. "Screwdriver, please."

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[tooktheblack]

"I've never gotten a headache from the cider," Jon said, laughing a bit. "Now, wine? Wine tends to do terrible things to me. I can't ever drink too much of it."

[1000_cranes]

"Don't get me started," says Charlie, rolling her eyes. "Really, I ought to stick to beer, but I've never got the sense." She raises her eyebrow. "I've always behaved terribly, too. Can't help it. It's like flippin' a damn switch."

[tooktheblack]

"Alcohol can do that to a person," Jon said sagely. He thought, of course, of King Robert Baratheon, whose taste for wine ultimately did him in.

"I've always been able to hold my cups well, though, so there's that."

[1000_cranes]

"Well, that's that then," says Charlie, straightening up on her stool as though she's made a decision. "Next time I get wasted, you're in charge of making sure I get home. Especially now Ianto's not around."

[tooktheblack]

"Send you home and make sure the little one's settled in too," Jon said, shaking his head once in affirmation. "Least I can do, since you gave me a job."

Jon always remembered kindnesses, few and far between as they were when he was back in Westeros.