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[bloodyrockgod]

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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[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

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

[bloodyrockgod]

"Did you fight or something?"

[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

"I guess you could say that."

[bloodyrockgod]

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

[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"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?"

[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[bloodyrockgod]

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

[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

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

[bloodyrockgod]

"All right. Nice seeing you."

[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

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

She turns and walks off.