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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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Jack's mouth does a flappy thing for a moment.

"I thought we were."

"I don't joke about almond oil."

"Well," says Jack, regrouping, "I'd have to clear it with Evan."

"Excellent! I'll have Mel empty out the inflatable pool just in case."

"Okay," Jack says cautiously, "but Evan may not like it."

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

"But naked oiled wrestling solves everything?"

"I wouldn't say everything, but it does come close."

Jack chuckles. "One night, and one night only," he says and laughs again.

Mike smiles.

"I love it when a plan comes together."

"I think it's time I find Evan," Jack says, looking bemused at how it got to this point, and ambles off.

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