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Dead Romeo
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Startled, Charles glanced at the eerie manifestation next to him. It was the goddess from earlier, the one seen talking to the god of flowers -- or was it trees? He shook the peculiar question from his thoughts and gazed curiously at the alluring woman. "That's a blatant name for a bar, isn't it?" Charles replied. It was like naming the families pet 'the Dog' or 'the Fish', he thought. Somewhat redundant. Nonetheless, it seemed almost like a title, an honor -- if it was truly the bar of gods. A warm hand interrupted his thoughts. The Irishman cleared his throat. It was the way she said it; the disquiet, or maybe just oddly placed, familiarity blanketed her words. Shaking the silence, he replied, "Uh, I do. Nothing in life is infinite. You must seek out opportunity if you want to be successful, live the full experience, or find the answers to the questions everyone asks." He paused again, a strange look crossing his face. "My name. How did you know it?"