Did not see the SyFy (double-shudder) Alice. You get Guy/Kyle and bar shenanigans!

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They stood outside, arms crossed, watching the fire as it petered out to occasional flames and heavy smoldering.

"Tomorrow morning, six 'o' clock," Guy said. "We're gonna start rebuilding. Well, you are."

Kyle raised his eyebrows. " What?!"

"Tomorrow. Six."

"Like hell!" Kyle jabbed Guy in the shoulder. "I'm not the one who set the bar on fire!"

"This time! The time before that, it was you."

"I didn't set up the Janobian dart tournament before making sure they don't use flaming darts!"

"No, you were the guy who decided to set up flaming shots night!"

"Plenty of bars have flaming shots!"

"You set the bar on fire!"

"Accident!"

Guy grit his teeth, growled under his breath. "Just like this, huh?"

Kyle looked at him, looked at the smoldering remains of the bar, sent out a blast from his ring to put out a sudden burst of flame. "Or we could quit. Go home. Have a 'we're not dead' fuck and both drag ourselves out of bed at six."

Guy squinted at him, glanced at the rubble where the bar had stood. "No more flaming shots."

"No more flaming darts."

"No more fire in the bar at all. Ever. Except in the oven."

Kyle nodded. "Deal."

"All right. Let's go get laid."