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Post wedding madness, Charlie sits at the bar. His tie is undone and there's a Guinness in front of him. He's doing something he hasn't for a long time: writing on his hand with a Sharpie pen.

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"Doesn't that hurt?" Gil asks, passing with a tray of glasses. "You look ever so smart. Was it a good wedding?"

"Nope, doesn't hurt at all." He regards his hand. "Washing it off will be interesting, though.

"Thanks. It was . . . a wedding." He shrugs.

"Weddings are like that," Gil agrees. "Unless it's your own, of course, in which case I expect you're too terrified to notice."

He smiles at Charlie's rather grubby hand and goes on his way.

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Shannon walks over. "Hey. What're you all dressed up for?"

"Shannon! Hey. I played at a wedding earlier so I dressed up."

"Who got married? Anybody I know?"

"Isable and Warren? I don't know if you've met them. Isabel is one of the waitresses. Warren's . . . he's around. I'm not sure what he does exactly."

She shakes her head. "Never heard of either of them."

He nods. "There's a lot of people here--it's hard to meet everyone. I know there's some folks I've seen almost every day and never spoken to--just never got around to it.

"How are you doing?"

"Doing okay. What about you?"

"Just fine--hanging out with my boyfriend in Louisiana the last couple days. It's been pretty good."

"Is he okay now? God, I haven't talked to you in forever, but wasn't he sick or something a while ago?"

"He was--he, um, had a drastic change of situation. He's getting better slowly."

"Well, I hope it works out for you guys."

"Thanks." He smiles widely.

"Hey, I heard Boone's started coming in, have you seen him?"

"Yeah, I've seen him." She shifts her weight and toys with her hair, looking awkward.

"Did you fight or something?"

"I guess you could say that."

Charlie leans his head on his hand and looks at her, waiting.

"So I guess you want the whole story. Great."

She takes a deep breath and begins. "Okay. The first time I saw him in here, we sort of argued and...yeah, it was kind of intense. And then some other time he interrupted another conversation I was having and we fought about Sayid and...other things. And the last time I saw him we ended up eating hamburgers and not totally hating each other. So yeah, it's been weird.

"Is that good enough for you?"

"That's very good, thank you.

"I have a brother too--and yeah, you can drive each other crazy just from knowing each other too well. I know how it is--especially when the brother's a bit older, eh?"

"Or thinking you know each other too well. But yeah, it's like that.

"Is this like our younger sibling support group now or something?"

"Or . . . two friends talking. That happens a lot 'round here."

She rolls her eyes. "Well, whatever it is, I'm going to have to cut it off here. I have to go."

"All right. Nice seeing you."

"You too. And, um, take care of your boyfriend."

She turns and walks off.

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