<span style="font-family:Fira Sans Condensed">Among the bikers who had walked in right before Avery rounded the corner and started heading towards Autumn Nights was a couple who took to some open space and were dancing to the bluesy background sound of the place. It probably wasn’t exactly the best thing for Avery to see right away when he walked in because it immediately got him thinking about Bridget and the last time he’d been able to dance with her. It truly had been far too long. <br/>
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Part of the problem was that he was stuck wondering whether or not he really was any good for her or not. Surely if they were truly meant to be, he would’ve been able to create more romantic opportunities to spend with her. Really, he wondered if he would really be freaking out about proposing if he was honestly meant to be with her. It only ended up making his own stress worse in the end. That was most of the reason why he really needed to talk with Charlette. <br/>
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When he did make his way in, though, Avery could clearly see that his childhood friend was busy with her job and that wasn’t a bad thing at all. He knew that she would see him eventually and that they would talk when it was a good time for her to do so. Until then, Avery made his way over to a table off near one of the corners of place. Opening up one of the drink menus, he started flipping through it. For the longest time now, Avery had a routine where he always ordered a new drink when he set foot in Autumn Nights. Some of the things he tried there were entirely fantastic while others were so terrible he hadn’t even been able to finish them. Regardless, though, he’d continued it. The good drinks he discovered made it totally worth it. <br/>
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As Charlette was finishing up with the few individuals she’d been serving, another bartender caught a glimpse of Avery and walked over to him simply out of intentions of providing polite service. At Autumn Nights, when there weren’t too many customers at the bar itself, the workers tried to go out to other customers who looked like they might be willing to order something. Usually they managed to convince almost everyone to get at least one drink and it almost always increased the money they made on tips. The particular bartender who headed towards him was Margaret and she knew him well enough since he came in to see Charlette so often. <br/>
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“How’s your evening going, Avery?” she asked as she walked up and prepared to take his order. <br/>
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“Uh… stressful,” he decided was a fair reply. “Would you be able to relieve Charlette briefly so that I can talk with her? I’m… well, I’m kinda a wreck right now and I think she can help. She looks busy at the moment, though.” <br/>
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“Anything to drink?” <br/>
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“I’ll order from Charlette.” <br/>
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Nodding understanding, Margaret walked back to the bar and took the next customer. Before making their drink, though, she turned to Charlette and said, “Char, I’ll cover for you for a half an hour. Avery seems bothered. Would you mind seeing if you can figure out what’s up? Oh… and see what he wants to drink. He wouldn’t order from me this time.” The fact that he hadn’t ordered yet was highly unusual.</span>