[visual]/[location: the new found out] stranger than fiction

[rereremembered.livejournal.com]

Fitz had come to accept the fact that Annie was gone. He was still working on wrapping his brain around the fact that this made him a business owner.

Responsibility and Fitz were things which did not get along, usually. He was the sidekick, the backup, the absolute last resort, the "I suppose he'll do in a pinch" guy, nothing more and nothing less. Not that he'd ever admit as much because that would be painfully uncool.

Unfortunately for him this was a very special day, and "cool" had very much left the building.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with a pub?" he asked his tablet (and, of course, the viewing public). "I'm not cut out to run this place."

ooc: Truth glitch get!

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[voice]

[rereremembered.livejournal.com]

Don't fret about it, mate, I'll be sunk before you know it.

[Paaaause.] I didn't mean to say that either. It's true enough, though.

[voice]

[greenballadeer.livejournal.com]

Well, you never know. Fifteen years ago I'd never heard of the concept of currency, and now I'm the kind of American small business owner those political types are always talking about.

[voice]

[rereremembered.livejournal.com]

How very bourgeoisie of you. [Stop it, Fitz.] So I take it you're living the dream, then?

[voice]

[greenballadeer.livejournal.com]

Bourgeoisie? [Lorne never went to elementary school, much less college. Forgive him for not having read Marx.] That's some fancy-shmancy way of insulting me, is it?

[firmly] I am living the dream. Caritas, good music, and good friends are all I've ever wanted.