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It was surprising how quickly the job felt routine, easy; how quickly he was completely without nerves. As it got late, the place slid into a frenzy of noise and movement, of people shouting for drinks at the bar, of flirting men in too-tight jeans trying to get discounts, of angry patrons who thought something was wrong when nothing was -- or, sometimes, when he'd ******** up. Ever took it in stride, instead of getting too strung out about it, and maybe that was a good thing.

Now, though, it was quieter, the last of the patrons gone and the staff finished cleaning up the chaos left behind. Chairs on the tables and the floors freshly mopped, the last of the dishware gone into the Hobart, and everything surprisingly quiet.

This, then, was when he grabbed the two pink cosmo glasses from under the bar, looking around to make sure it was quiet, and headed toward the bathroom. This was when -- once he was alone, behind locked doors -- he would slide into Ilmenite instead to collect what energy lingered, and lay the magic back over the glasses for tomorrow night.

Unless, of course, the bathroom wasn't empty...

Ever's reaction went through the full range of possibilities: initial horror and an edge of embarrassment sliding, instead, toward a fuzzy sort of curiosity as he took in some of the small details. It was the blue hair that bugged him, at first, before he realized it wasn't his boyfriend but --

"...Dustin?" This was dry, Ever finally looking away, the glasses still hanging from one hand. He lingered in the doorway, three-quarters turned away, shoulder butted up against the doorframe. "Can I suggest you take this home?"