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Caritas [Tuesday evening]

It was cold out, which pleased Robin as a Canadian, of course. But more importantly, it meant that she could leave the apartment wearing a coat, and Benton didn't have to see what she was wearing under it, and thus stop her.

Look, she really liked her little bustier-cardigan thingie, and it sucked how he (and everyone else) tried to talk her out of wearing it! So tonight, Robin was happily bradgian'd out behind the bar, despite the fact that Tino was actively cringing at her.

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Sing!

Drink!

Hook came in, dressed in his... well, while he was already diversifying his closet, they were all quite frilly outfits with velvet vest and coats and the like.

He smiled at Robin, not a predatory smile but a pleasant one.

He gestured with the hook at a bottle of rum behind the bar. "Glass of that, I think," he said. "I'm assuming the modern world frowns upon terms such as wench now, am I right?"

"...another pirate? Jesus, where's Marshall now?" Robin asked, mostly to herself, before offering, "I've been called worse, but if you want to get served, 'wench' is not a great way to make that happen. I'm Robin, though. The name's fine." She said it pleasantly enough, snatching up a glass and pouring rum into it as she spoke.

"Hence the question," Hook said. "I mean no offense, Robin. None at all. What can be a term of endearment back in Neverland could be quite the wrong thing to say here. And I hardly wish to be in bad form with a new acquaintance. Captain James Hook, the pleasure is all mine."

"None taken," she assured him. And see, now she had a lot of questions, one of which was right on the tip of her tongue, but she instead started with an easy one. "I take it you're new, and prooooobably a teacher?"

Hook took his glass with his gloved hand and nodded, before taking a sip.

"Ah, yes, that hits the spot," he said. "And you're quite right, quite right. Teaching the students of the school the fine art of being a pirate. Perhaps a little antiquated in this world, but the principles beneath it all can suit a person to their dying day, if I do say so myself."

"Hey, the Canadian public school system clearly failed me in not teaching me any pirating," Robin said, nodding her agreement. "And it's not the weirdest class they teach up there, trust me. I bet you've got kids clamoring to be in that class, too. Pirates are cool."

"Cool?" Hook repeated, unfamiliar with the slang.

Look, the Lost Boys used phrases like 'Bangarang'.

"I'll take that as a good thing. And yes, so far the class all seems quite eager. We'll see how they take a real session of knot-tying adventure this Friday."

"Hey, that's crazy-useful," Robin noted. "That's the kind of thing my husband's crazy about -- you can make nets and stuff, right? Snares?"

"Indeed," Hook said. "While I myself am somewhat... clumsy when it comes to the fine handywork," with just a little tinge of self-consciousness, he rubbed the tip of his hook between two fingers, "I believe the students will find the wonderful world of knots quite, quite educational."

Especially given Hook's planned activity. Muhuahahaha.

"Is your husband a man of the sea? Or perhaps a land explorer... scout, maybe?"

"Land explorer's more accurate," Robin guessed. "He's a Mountie -- um, a lawman who rides on horseback. He's teaching physical education this semester, and he's your security guy up at the school, so you might've already met him, anyway."

She really, really didn't want to stare at the hook, or anything, but it was getting kind of hard not to. "I bet you can do all kinds of interesting looped knots, though, clumsy or not," she said, deciding it was better to just acknowledge the elephant in the room.

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Hook, for his part, just chuckled politely and took a long sip of his drink.

"Ah, yes," he said, not taking any offense. "My hand was cut off by the best swordsman that ever terrorized the skies of Neverland, and promptly was devoured by a hungry crocodile. So it came to pass that Captain James Hook embraced the pirate cliche, though one could say that my name was just a prophecy awaiting to be fulfilled. It's polished steel, if you must know. Hardly a point to making it out of anything precious, as they dull so easily."

"Aha!" Robin cocked a finger happily, nodding. "I wanted to ask whether the name came first or if you'd picked it up to embrace the image. For what it's worth, I think it's kinda neat. I mean, seriously, who messes with a guy who could put out your eye with his left hand? No one, that's who."

"No one who has had the sense to get through puberty, at least," Hook said. "I take it that your parents weren't the type to read you old bed time stories? I merely ask because I understand I feature quite prominently in one."

Lounge!

Do back room things!

I MISSED THE BRADIGAN.

OH GOD I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THE BRADIGAN.

NEVER FORGET. NEVER.

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Caritas [Tuesday evening]

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The Lounge

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