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This was quite possibly the tackiest Irish-themed tavern in America, Anders mused as he waited for the bartender to fill his order. It wasn't even a culture from his world, but he felt offended on behalf of the poor Irish whose culture was being reduced to beer posters, green lights and plastic shamrocks stuck on everything that would hold them. But the music wasn't too painful and the bartender took a lenient attitude toward the underaged, so it was where Edward and Anders had ended up.

It was still fairly quiet in the bar, though Anders suspected it wouldn't be once Happy Hour started and the drinks got cheaper. He wasn't one to complain about either cheap drinks or crowded bars, so that was hardly a negative.

He brought the round back to the table and passed a pint of something black and bitter over to his companion. "Cheers."

[OOC: For he who is named in the post.]

It was likely not a good sign that the young man's first thought when he woke up damp with dew and speckled with mud was Maker, not again.

It was an even worse sign that, as he looked around the clearing in the early morning light, he realized he had absolutely no idea where he was or how he'd gotten there. Solving that insoluble riddle seemed to be the first order of business. He buried his head in his hands for a moment to think, then spotted someone else crumpled on the nearby grass and went to prod the person's jacket with his boot.

"Are you awake? What is this?"

It was possibly not the gentlest wake-up call of all time. Amnesia did not breed calm.

( In which his friend awakens. )

[OOC:Establishy and preplayed with the beautiful