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Mike isn't so much seated at Bar as he is slumped over her. He hates days like today. You know the kind, where what you've been putting off all week just has to be done.

The concern du jour is the lack of writing on this week's Happy Hour schedule. There's just no amount of squinting that's going to make writing magically appear on the calendar before him, and he knows it.

It's just unfair the way the universe works, you know? That procrastination can't continue indefinitly.

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"Then I shall take my place here on Saturday, you might write my name in your book of days, and feel somewhat better," Teja says.

"Excellent!"

And Mike does just that.

"Does she call on you often to step in? You know, out of curiosity."

"This was perhaps the fourth or fifth time, since I arrived," Teja says. "It is not bad. I was truly displeased the first time it happened; but this time it was" --- long pause again --- "fun. Yes."

Mike's eyebrows go up at the mention of four or five, and he begins to flip through the calendar for confirmation.

"Woah, she likes you a lot."

"In more than a year!" Teja says. "It is not that much!"

Smirk.

"Back pedal all you want, I know the truth. Bar likes you."

The Landlord have mercy on your soul.

"How can she like any, or like any less?" Teja asks.

No, he is certain he is no dearer to this long wooden piece of furniture than any other man!

Mike shrugs.

"Who knows? But she does, and that's all that matters."

"That may be as it is; but in any case, I will serve of my own free will next Saturday, and then not be drafted again, one assumes, for quite some while!" Teja says.

"You know what they say about people who assume..."

"That their assumptions will be proven wrong?" Teja guesses.

"Is that the same as making an ass out of u and me?"

"Huh?" Teja says, deeply puzzled.

He thinks he is speaking Gothic; that pun would not pun.

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