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

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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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"Sounds like we're in the same boat," Fitz said with no small amount of sympathy. "I can tend a bar just fine, but I've got no aspirations toward running anything. You?"

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"Running it wouldn't be the problem, if there was a proper economy. Instead, it's like they're children, playing at how money is supposed to work. And I've never tended a bar in my life, but this is a minor detail, I feel."

Well, that's concerning. Nazca is never, ever this forthcoming, and she notices.