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Caritas | Wednesday

There were no Hot Pockets in Caritas tonight. Tino's stomach was rejoicing. Hannibal, for some reason, was blindfolded and drinking out of an assortment of shot glasses he'd situated in front of him. If you asked him, he was playing Name That Liquor but it was a good, quick way to getting drunk too.

He'd guessed about half the liquors right and was still going. It didn't take much to entertain him.

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Ryan Seacrest would pee his pants if he was introducing these guys.

Where Hannibal is getting drunk and Tino is preparing puke buckets!

A bar post going up early enough for certain whacked-out availability prone mun to post in it?

Yup. Angua was there.

"What, no culinary gourmet treats for us tonight?"

Due to the blindfold, Hannibal didn't immediately place the voice but he did smile. "I can send Tino for some if you're really jonesing."

"I'll be fine," said Angua, nodding to Tino already on his way to get her her usual Not-Coors-Lite beer. "Besides, I'm on a diet."

She supplanted the appropriate conversation-changing pause, and then continued with what really mattered, "What's with the blindfold?"

"I'm playing a game," he said and tossed back a shot of liquor. That one burned and he made a face. "So far, I'm doing pretty well. Figure a bartender should know what he's serving."

Angua stared at the boy for a moment like he was perhaps the most idiotic creature on earth. Because, in her estimation of the situation, he was.

"You're not letting Tino pour them, are you?"

She was here last week. And she knew what she'd do in Tino's position...

"Nope," Hannibal said, making a face at that. "You think I'm that stupid?"

The pause there was very telling.

"You have very good pouring aim, then," Angua offered after a moment.

"I poured these first and then put the blindfold on," he explained, smirking. "It's not like I'll remember which is where and what's up or down after awhile."

Angua was thinking she'd be able to remember. Easily. Even if she tried not to, and it wouldn't even be the scent factor, but simply the job...

...then an interesting thought came to her.

"Let me have a go," she said, smiling faintly.

"You wanna play?" he asked, raising an eyebrow even blindfolded. "Sure, why not?"

At that, he pulled his blindfold off and offered it to her. "Go for it, man. See if you're better than me. I get about half of 'em right."

"Half," said Angua, thoughtfully, as she took the blindfold. "That's quite a mark to beat."

Funny, she didn't sound that concerned. She easily slid it over her eyes, descending her into a world of colours from her nose easily taking over what the eyes previously helped with.

"Alright," she said. "Hit me."

Hopefully not literally, because Angua would hit back.

Hannibal looked at the shots in front of him and slid a shot of Captain Morgan coconut rum close enough to her hand that she'd feel it.

"Go."

[And I must go too, alas, but good for SP!]

Angua could smell it before it was even out of the bottle.

Still, as the glass met her fingers, she picked it up, downed it, and gave a good show of considering its taste.

"Mmm. Rum. Definitely rum. I can't tell you the brand, because I don't know many of them on Roundworld, but this is rum for sure. Coconut rum, to be specific..."

"Ding ding!" Hannibal said, clapping his hands once. "One point for the lady. It's Captain Morgan, if you wanted to know the brand, but you've got the rum flavor. Wanna go again?"

Angua nodded. "Do your worst."

That just meant she was going to get a rather potent glass of Jose Cuervo's spirit of choice, tequila. He slid it closer to her hand.

"You're on."

And, again, Angua knew what was coming, so she thought her nice little theatrical cough of surprise after it went down the hatch was a particuly well-done touch.

And once she was done with that cough, she asked, "Aw, no worm?" as her answer.

"You shouldn't call Tino names," Hannibal joked, snickering. "He's very sensitive."

"Yeah, right," said Angua. "Working with you yokels behind the bar, you'd got to have a tough skin. But I was right, wasn't I? Tequila?"

"All of those little funny shots, I want them."

Faith was sure she could get them all right.

"What's the magic word?" Hannibal wondered.

[And I'm about to be off for the night. Sorry about that! Back in the AM!]

Faith took a moment to ponder about the question. "Fuck, I'm sure Will or Giles would know." Or Tara, but Tara was a subject she still wasn't sure she wanted to speak out loud. Tease her sometimes, fine, but not speak it out loud. "It probably involves an Elder God and someone's guts."

"Now, if I could have some shots, pretty please?" Because seriously, she was missing some serious drinking time.

Hannibal snorted and asked, "You want anything specific or should I just surprise you?"

For a little more privacy!

No bumping and grinding allowed back here!

I'm getting this up early while I can. I'll be around for about two hours longer than AFK till tomorrow morning. Mod Tino if you'd like or we'll be rockin' some SP! Ugh, computer ruination.

Edited 2010-07-21 20:14 (UTC)

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