fandomtownies | Caritas - Saturday Evening [Open]

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Griff was just gonna stare at T1-N0 as he took a seat in the back room. "Another good reason for them to serve drinks to all," he mumbled.

Dinah was blinking at the robot too. "Coooool. I hadn't seen this guy before. Mojitos!" She said, slapping down a twenty. "And keep 'em coming!"

"Mojitos," Griff laughed, watching the droid scurry off to retrieve their drinks. "I take it we're being transported to the beaches of Mexico for the evening." He really would like to do that right about now.

"Why not?" Dinah asked, smiling as she settled into one of the comfy chairs. "Although mostly it's 'cause it's the first alcohol I ever drank, and that time was a lot of fun. Maybe we'll get to go on another cruise again this summer, though. You ever been there?"

"Mexico? Yeah, lived for years at this really great resort. I had my own little boat that I took out on the water. It was nice." He missed it even after 3 years or so. Stupid cavity. "You went on a cruise there?"

"Cool. And it was really the Caribbean not Mexico, back in February. I heard from the seniors that it was Mexico last year though. Why did you leave?" Dinah put retrieved her drink from the bartender-robot, and toasted Griff. "To, umm, dealing. Right?"

"Yes, dealing," he agreed, raising his glass and taking a nice drink. Gah! When he spoke, his voice started out a little hoarse. "And I left 'cause where I go, complications follow. That makes me sound a little odd, right?"

"MMmm, normal for here, maybe odd for other places," Dinah said, taking three gulps of her drink, and leaning her head on her hand as she watched Griff. "So, the complications can't follow you here?"

If she could gulp it down that fast, he wasn't letting her leave him behind and followed suit. "Haven't so far. Something about the interdimensional bit of Fandom keeps them from noticing me."

"Them," Dinah repeated, taking another big sip of her drink. "Interdimensional stalkers? Do you have stalkers?" Her eyes got rounder as she blinked at Griff.

Griff laughed, "Sort of, actually. These people have been after me as long as," he could jump, "I can remember. It's kind of a downer topic when our goal is drinking, though."

"That sucks," Dinah decided, then finished her drink in two more gulps. It helped to pretend she was Lois. Woo! "But yeah. If you're depressed, you have to drink and dance and throw a party. Not that we are!" she added quickly. "But no reason to go there tonight, right?"

She picked up her second drink, and pointed to him. "Your toast!"

They'd be in trouble if he pretended she was Lois. "No reason to spoil our mini party," Griff told her before chugging off the rest of his drink and making a face because wow, that was a burn.

He picked up a fresh drink and screwed up his face. "Um, to Fandom, where everyone is odd so no one is!"

"Awesome!" Dinah cheered, and took a big sip of her drink. "So, other things we are not talking about aside, are you liking Fandom? Even with the alligators and crazy people?" Another sip, and Dinah looked down at herself, then sighed.

No, there was no way for her to pretend some things about her were the same as Lois. Nope.

Oh he was going to beat her drinking this one, it was the goal of his quick slurps. "Fandom's great. There's no Starbucks, but the Perk's good enough so far," Griff teased, even if he really did miss his Starbucks. "You been here long?"

"Ah!" Dinah said in mock outrage, taking a second to pout at him instead of drink. "The Perk is awesome! And so is Jeff, God of Biscuits. And it's been five months now, wow." She drank to that, then stopped to grin again. "I love it soooo much. Aside from the fighting, there's random silly magic, and people from all over, and the classes are fun..." She paused, then held up her drink. "And you can drink!" Gulp.

"I'm finding the drinking is brilliant given the way they toss us all together," he replied, finding it much easier to swallow the back half of this glass. "And you're right about classes, but I'm not sold on your God of Biscuits or your coffee product. I might smuggle some in next I visit London."

Dinah was trying to catch up, but it took her a minute to finish hers. Whoa. Warm. Nice. "When do you think that'll be? You could order it, from the internet. And! I love meeting all the people from different places. Past, present, future. Earth, outer space, um..." She paused. "Other places!" And yay, another drink. "Plus, wolves." She raised her glass. "To wolves!" And not the Leto Atreides kind, either.

"Yes, the outer space killed me when I got here," he enthused, obviously feeling quite buzzed as he leaned over the table to get his next drink. "This is not to be mean or whatever, but did you see the guy with the bumps?" Now he was miming Worf's ridges on his own forehead and drinking again.

Dinah giggled at the leaning and miming, and said, "Worf! I was on a three-minute date with him. Long while ago. And I ate the gaggghh he brought to the cultural fair." Gulp, gulp, happy gulp. "He has a bat'leth!" Dinah's pantomime of that might look like someone trying to ski. Or steer a go-kart, possibly.

Griff burst out laughing, having no idea what she was on about with the gagghh and the skiing. "Did you run out screaming on minute four?"

Dinah nearly snorted mojito out of her nose, stopped drinking to laugh, then said, "No! It was just over! And I told him, um, I think I said, that I wanted to see his bat'leth sometime, but he kinda intimimdated me." She paused. "Intimidated! 'Cause, you know. Grrrrr."

Narrowly avoiding spitting mojito at the table, Griff choked, coughing hard to remove the burning liquid from his lungs.

"You want to see his bat'leth? Dinah, that sounds like a third date sort of activity, not the fourth minute!"

"No! No no no!" Dinah gulped more mojito as she shook her head like a four-year-old, shoulders moving with her. "It's a, a big sword, razory thing..." Then she heard how that sounded and had to laugh again. "No! Wrong! Griff! Not dirty!"

He was still laughing, harder still when she started describing Worf's, err, weapon. "I'm sure Worf would be," he had to pause and breathe, "happy to hear you think so highly of his equipment." Another peal of laughter was quelled by an attempt to drink more.

Dinah had to put her head down on the little side table in order to stop giggling, then said, "Okay, okay, okay. Equipment." She snort-giggled, then drank about half her glass. "His is the biggest!" she had to admit, wrong-dirty though it was. "No, wait, I'm wrong, Zack's sword might be bigger. Okay, no, it's just really heavy..." And that was another peal of giggles un-stopped by more mojito, woo!

It seemed like the funniest thing ever and Griff very nearly lost his chair. He clung to the table, and pulled himself back up to a seated position because that was where his drink was and he needed to finish it.

"I've got a really big baseball bat?" Griff offered in comparison with a very manly giggle.

"Oh reeeeeeally?" Dinah said, giggling back. "Do you, do you get to use it a lot?" And wow, everything sounded dirty on her fourth mojito. "Or is that a personal question?"

Terribly dirty and yet he was still drinking. "Now now, what a man does with his bat is his very own business," Griff told her, attempting a straight face and failing terribly at it.

"That's right," Dinah immediately agreed. "Nobody's business but your own. You go, with your bad bat." Giggling, she took another couple sips of her drink. "Bad bat. Hey! Your turn! Toast something! Not bread!"

"Not bread!" Another long moment of laughing and a bit of sloshing of his drink later, Griff actually tried to think of a toast. "To...robots that bring us drinks!"

"To robots!" Dinah toasted him back, taking a nice gulp, ahhh. "To, oh, mojito godfathers! And hangover fairies!" She leaned forward and gave him a very serious look. "We need water. I'm a hangover fairy, I say so."

Griff mimicked her serious look and lifted one eyebrow questioningly. "How can you be a fairy without wings?"

"I make things better!" Dinah proclaimed, then looked around and wriggled her fingers, and zzzzzipp, the bowl of peanuts moved to their table, albeit with a wobble. "See? Magic!" Then she giggled. "Not." She pointed at T1-N0. "Water please! Please water for us!"

"Yes! We would be ever so grateful for water, mister alien-looking robot man!" Griff exclaimed before happily eating some peanuts. "Dinah! There are peanuts here!" Oh dear.

"I told you, yes!" Dinah reached out to pat him on his head, and mostly missed, one hand ending up in the peanuts. Convenient! She took a handful for herself, and then beamed as T1-N0 returned with water. "H two oh! Woo! Yes! Thank you little robot man." She gulped down half the glass, feeling the buzz kind of spread now that she wasn't also feeling so dizzy, and then said, "Ohhkay, so what do we drink to with the water?" This drinking thing was working out really well!

"This drink tastes very watered down," Griff informed her, sipping on his water. "I think the robot is trying to get one over on us. Let's drink coffee!"

"Ooo, coffee!" Alcohol plus coffee equals that feared apocalypse Turtle was talking about, but pffttt. "We should go find some! Yeah! Once we finish our pink drinks. And the clear drink. 'Cause we paid for them."

"Right, let's race!" Because that was a fantastic idea. "I bet I can down 'em faster and get to the coffee shop faster!"

"Ha!" Slam! Buuuurn owie owie then slam the water! And ruuunnnn! For the door! "To the Perk, Griff-man!"

Okay, so she was faster at drinking, but he would beat her once they were out the door (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/3995975.html). Assuming he could remember his Perk jumpsite. Hmm.

Man I'm about to fall asleep again.

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