[right][h2]Charlie's Catharsis[/h2][@BaronOBeefDip][/right]

[color=808080]The bartender's expression doesn't change, though something in his eyes might have softened. [i]"You already paid."[/i]

Lifting his chin, he gestures toward the entrance.

The stool beside Charlie is empty, as if Birkin had never been sitting there. He stands at the entrance now, backlit.

He turns to face her, holding his hand out.

[i]"Don't make him wait too long,"[/i] the bartender says.[/color]