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Caritas- Saturday

When Jaina came in to work today, she found Tino sitting in the back room, drinking straight from one of the bottles he'd taken from behind the bar. "That kinda day?" she guessed.

He just glared, so Jaina went back to the bar, figuring it'd be a more fun work shift if she just left him there.

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Hey, it was better than tapping the Ankh.

Still, she had to say something. "Ugh. You're the worst."

"That's only because you haven't met anyone else on island," Deadpool replied. "Try hanging out with some teachers sometime. Anakin is the worst. His hair--well, the less said about that, the better."

HE WAS SO JEALOUS OF THAT HAIR.

Angua could smell your envy for long, luscious blonde locks, Deadpool. Just be glad she chose not to toss her own.

Mostly because this time of the month, it just felt like a shaggy mess, anyway.

"I've never had much of a problem with any of the Skywalkers I've met so far," Angua said, and she wasn't just saying that because one of their kin was serving them their drinks. Or because of any meetings with fathers on Parents' Weekend. Ahem. "But at least even the drunk hippie has the decency to drink sake..."

"Thor was here?"

Oh, Ultimate Thor.

"...No," Angua said. "Another drunk hippie. Kyōraku. You probably haven't met him, because you lack the parts he seems to enjoy."

Deadpool was just going to stare now. Staaaaaare.

And Angua was just going to sigh now. Siiiiigh.

"Breasts," she offered. "You have no breasts."

"Oh thank god. I was hoping I wouldn't have to say that and then stare at your rack," Deadpool replied, staring at her rack.

"Yes, that would be terrible," said Angua. "We can't have you staring at my rack."

It probably didn't help, though, how nicely it was outlined by her modified armour.

"It would be rude and stuff since you're clearly all self-conscious about 'em," Deadpool replied, not looking away. "And I'm supposed to be a role-model and stuff."

Angua was just glad that, really, encased as they were, she knew they weren't gratuitously jiggling to rise to the occasion of the conversation.

"I think you've got about five second left before you actually owe me a drink," she informed him.

"Hey. Hey. Let me enjoy these last five seconds."

"Not without a free drink. And then, let's be honest, you'll be entitled to enjoy it for as long as you'd like. Not, of course, that there's anything to enjoy."

Ahem.

"A beer for the busty lady!" Deadpool called out cheerfully. Because breasts were awesome.

Pity Shiba wasn't here; then maybe they could get a keg.

"Not Coors Lite!" Angua called out afterwards. She knew Jaina would get it right, but you could never really trust that Tino fellow.

"Ahh, you love the cool, fresh taste. Don't try to deny it."

"If I wanted water," Angua said, "I'd order water."

Okay, she had him there.

"...refreshing water from the cool springs of the Rockies?"

"I'm actually more used to water I can chew..."

"That sounds... nice?"

"It sort of sets a precedent for all drinks after that," Angua said, with a voice that just reached out and patted Deadpool on the shoulder.

"So, does this mean I can buy you a Coors?" Deadpool asked.

"Maybe after one more actual drink," Angua allowed. "Then I at least won't notice as much."

"I'm getting you drunk tonight," Deadpool informed her.

"You know, it's weird hearing that coming from someone who's not three feet tall with a skirt and a beard..."

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