Winnie the Pooh slammed open the door to the pub and stood a moment in the doorway. It was late, and no one seemed to notice him. In front of the door and a dozen feet away was his childhood lover, whose heart he consoled with laughter. A child's heart, least in need of consolation but smothered in consolation and its trappings.

Christopher Robin was slamming back another shot when Pooh Bear joined him at the bar.

"Rough day?" Pooh Bear calmly asked the former child.

"Like you wouldn't believe."

Pooh Bear repositioned himself in his seat, trying to find the sweet spot. "I take it the judge hasn't come 'round?"

"...not even every other weekend."

"Well Christ, Chris that's what happens when you do..."

"When I do what?" uttered through drool as Christopher sized up his new enemy, and tried to place him in his memory.

"Do I know you?" Christopher began to add on, but Pooh Bear interrupted.

"Harumph... When you do the shit did! You can't beat a woman like that! Not in front of your kids. And you certainly can't beat your kids like that..."

"Hey- I never touched the kids!" as Christopher now nearly stood.

"God, quit the bullshit, at least to me. I know what you did."

"Yeah, me too." And he sat back down and avoided turning to look.

Christopher said this mostly to himself, as Pooh Bear was already halfway to the door.

"I thought I knew you" Christopher added, again mostly to himself.

"Me too" said Pooh Bear as he left.