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Caritas | Wednesday

Tino didn't faint when Nathan showed up today. Nathan was almost disappointed but he figured you couldn't pull the 'back from the dead' card that often and have it work. So, he just wandered in, gave Tino a few friendly thumps on the back and took up his position behind the counter.

He'd missed freeze booze in the time he was gone so he wasted absolutely no time in breaking into it and getting himself started on a nice, good bender. It'd been awhile since he'd had one of those too.

Being alive definitely was better than being dead.

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"Pretty sure someone might complain if we just started going at it on the bar or something," Ramona said thoughtfully, "so I'll do what I can to keep my impulses in check."

"Aww, are you shy?" Nathan asked, pouring some more of his whiskey into one of his glasses. "When did that happen? Did you get all shy and demure while I was away?"

"No, I just don't want to get thrown out of a bar," Ramona replied, hopping up to sit on the bar, picking up a glass to study it. "Fun though it'd be."

"Who the fuck is going to throw you out of the bar?" Nathan wondered, giving her a look. "Tino? Please, he's afraid of his own cock. Me? Well, I might just to be a prick but it's not likely."

"I would totally punch Tino in the face first, anyway," Ramona decided. "And besides, what if another customer came in, and we were fucking on the bar, and they were all, 'Hey, police, indecent exposure!'? Then you'd get fired and I wouldn't get a drink."

"Oh please, we wouldn't fuck on the bar," he said, giving it a pat with his hand. "There are back rooms and bathrooms for a reason, Ramona. Christ, where is your head today? Do I have to do everything?"

"Mmm. That has an entirely different appeal," Ramona decided, glancing over at him with a faint smile. "But we have to invent shots or whatever first. Then you can show me the desperately interesting back rooms."

"Fine, fine," Nathan relented, gesturing to his vast array of alcohol. "What's your poison, anyway? What kind of liquor do you like? Gin? Whiskey? Tequila? Rum? Bourbon? Scotch? We've got it all and if you drink it and puke it back up, cleaning's on Tino tonight!"

"I'm a vodka girl, personally," she said, reaching for the bottle. "Rum's too sweet, whiskey's too hard, and tequila's only for when you want to be peeling me up off the floor."

"Vodka," he said, bumping his fingers over a few of the bottles of vodka before picking one at random. "Whiskey's my favorite but only if it's Irish. We're known for being hardy drinkers, Ramona. Were you aware of that? Have I shared that particular bit of my Irish heritage with you?"

"More than your love of colorful little marshmallows?" she wondered innocently.

Oh, Nathan glared at her for that one. Glared and contemplated accidentally dumping some vodka on her leg. Actually, that might have been a good idea because he could have licked it off her.

"Insulting the bartender is a sure way to not a drink or a shag or anything tonight," Nathan warned, waving a finger back and forth. "I'm sensitive and if you're gonna be calling me a leprechaun, I'm gonna need payment."

"I can pay you in means other than money," she suggested, shifting her leg. Even if it was raining, she was in a skirt and tall boots, and that whole licking it off her idea might have occurred to her, too. "I like calling you a leprechaun. It's affectionate!"

"Affectionate?" Nathan repeated though his eyes hadn't missed that shifting of her leg. Hopefully that meant good things and not that she was uncomfortable or something. "If you're gonna call me a leprechaun, I'm gonna call you a Teddy Bear because you're all soft and cuddly and...romantic."

Nathan kept a hold of the vodka but uncapped it before taking a long sniff. It'd been awhile since he'd had vodka but it didn't smell too bad.

"I'm more romantic than you, but that's like, nothing. And don't call me Teddy Bear. I punched you last week. Teddies don't do that," she noted, eyeing him. "Does it totally smell like rubbing alcohol, or is that the good stuff?"

"I don't mess with the fucking cheap shit, Teddy Bear," Nathan said, smirking smugly at her. Yeah, she'd punched him but if she tried that here, she'd end up in the lake. Nathan was confident his face wouldn't end up bruised tonight.

"You wanna taste it for yourself?" Nathan asked, holding up the bottle but not passing it to her. No one said she'd get to taste it via the bottle.

"Natch," she said with a simple nod, ignoring the nickname and holding out her hand for him to pass it to her. So unassuming. Sigh.

Hey, Nathan was the bartender which meant he got to decide how drinks were tried and consumed. Glasses weren't always needed. Like right now, Nathan was just going to tip the bottle towards the inside of his wrist and let the vodka splash there and drip down onto the counter.

"Give it a taste, then," he said and grinned at his wrist.

Ramona glanced from his face down to his wrist and back again, considering. Then she just quirked a slight smile, reached for his wrist to bring it to her mouth, and flicked her tongue out to taste the liquid, light at first, teasing.

But just doing that would be a waste of vodka, and she couldn't have that, so she closed her lips down over his pulse point, sucking lightly, before releasing and moving to press a kiss to his nearby tattoo.

There. That was probably about what he wanted. "It's fine."

That was what he wanted and more. He wasn't some virginal teenager who'd get all hot and bothered and hard at some wrist sucking but the smile he'd been sporting got a little wider and smug.

"Yeah, it is good," he agreed, giving the vodka a look before passing the bottle to her. His arm was wet and the cool air in the bar was making it almost tingly. He liked that feeling. "Think I should get myself a taste?"

"That or try something new," she said, taking a sip from the bottle because she was classy. "But this stuff is good, and I happen to be holding it, so I'm biased."

And ~~as though she was psychic earlier~~ with that, she tipped just a little bit of vodka over her bare thigh, happy she was still sitting up on the bar so that could be possible. "Oops."

Nathan had never been more grateful for faked clumsiness. For a second, he even feigned shock by gasping and covering his mouth with his hand.

"Oh no, good vodka wasted," he lamented, wincing. "Whatever shall I do? I could get you a napkin but by then the vodka might be on the counter. So, I want you know that what I do now, I do for the vodka."

No, that was a lie. The vodka was the catalyst but if he got to lick her, that was the reason. Nathan bent down, managing to keep his eyes on her for as long as he could before putting his attention on her thigh and carefully licking up all the alcohol she'd spilled. If he kept licking after the vodka was cleaned up, well, he didn't think she'd mind.

"The sacrifices you make to save good booze," she sighed, shifting her leg a little so he could make sure to get all the spilled vodka. And because she just plain liked his mouth anywhere on her, and now her thoughts were a little less out here on the bartending and a little more on the back room he'd mentioned. "You're so altruistic."

"I know I am," Nathan replied, settling a hand on the bar beside her so he could lean closer to her. "Yesterday I shared my weed with Kate and today I'm sharing my alcohol with you. I am just all about the giving since I got out of my coffin. I think it's because so many people missed me."

That didn't make a lot of sense but Nathan liked bringing up the fact that people missed him. It didn't happen often. Not for him.

"You had weed and you didn't share with me?" she asked, pouting a bit and leaning in a touch, too. "You'd best still have more or I won't share my own stash when I replenish."

She wasn't going to touch the whole 'missing him' thing. She just wasn't.

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