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Caritas, Sunday Evening

It was Guy's first night behind the bar, so hopefully nothing would attack. He'd promised Kitty, after all. Couldn't break that.

So, after giving the zombies an unimpressed look at any attempts to con the newbie into doing anything more than duct tape, he was settled in. And maybe looking up drink specials for the day before settling on something that may or may not have just made him snicker.

Bulbasaur
Ivysaur
Venusaur

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"I've already heard about the alien rocks," Dean offered. "From Pinkie Pie."

A beat.

"She'd be the pony teaching the adventuring class."

So.

"Oh, yeah, I don't think I've met her yet, but I've seen her around," Ronan said.

... Notice that he wasn't blinking an eye at the idea of a pony teaching a class. Ronan comes from the special canon.

"The alien rocks were... a thing. We get lots of weekends that are, uh, not quite so intense, though, if potentially even more brain-breaking."

"Oh? It gets worse?"

Bring it, Ronan. Dean had is Pokemon juice and he could face the world.

"Well, after the school has prom, we usually all end up with potential future kids," Ronan explained. "The adults, too. When I was a student, I usually ended up with three or four, all from different potential futures with different potential partners."

Beat.

"Although the weirdest was probably the kid I had with Excalibur."

"Uh. The sword?"

Okay, Dean took it back. Stop bringing it.

"The sword," Ronan confirmed. "I... don't have details. It seemed safer for everyone's brains. Caled was adorable, though."

"Probably a really sharp kid," Dean intoned.

While keeping a perfectly straight face. As you do.

Ronan stared for a moment, then broke out laughing.

"I can't believe we didn't make that joke when he was around. Maybe he'll show up again next time, and I can do it then."

"I wonder if he'd even get your point," Dean added. Innocently.

He was going to stop with the terrible puns, now.

"He'd probably find it pretty dull, actually," Ronan admitted. "I bet he gets the jokes all the time when he comes from."

Even odds on whether the 'dull' pun was intentional or not.

Intentional or not, Dean was smirking a little.

"Yeah, they've probably gotten old by now."

No pun! A minor miracle!

"That's kinda hard, when he hasn't been born yet," Ronan pointed out. "But they'll be old by the time he comes back to the present. Or. Something."

"I'm going to not think too hard about that one, since apparently I'm pushing ninety right now, okay?"

Another mouthful of Venusaur. Yep.

"And looking very good for it, I must say."

What? This is Ronan. It's more surprising that he hasn't flirted already in this conversation.

"Uh.. thanks, man?"

Dean hadn't had quite enough alcohol to know what to make of a statement like that, no.

"I'm going to say it's the coffee. Lets me keep all my youthful energy."

Clearly the solution to that was more alcohol! Or. Something.

"Coffee does come in handy for that," Ronan agreed. "Ooh, has anyone introduced you to energy drinks yet?"

"No, I can't say I actually have," Dean noted, raising an eyebrow a little. "How long have those been around?"

Come on. Make him feel older, Ronan.

"I dunno. A decade or so?" Ronan shrugged. "Majorly caffeine loaded, usually with some other stuff, too. And loaded with sugar."

"Some other stuff too," Dean echoed, maybe a touch dubious at that. "Okay, I'm game. What do they taste like?"

Like ass, Dean. You don't want one.

Ronan grinned, and waved Tino over. "A Red Bull for my temporally-misplaced new friend!" he ordered.

What? Ronan's good; that doesn't mean he's always nice.

"Temporally-misplaced," Dean mused, reaching for the Red Bull as Tino cracked open the can and passed it over. "I like that."

He was not going to like this, however.

To Dean's credit, he only raised his eyebrow a little and managed to refrain from wrinkling his nose on his first sip.

"Yeah. That's definitely something, man." He set down the can and raised an eyebrow at it. "Today, I'm gonna mark on the calendar as the day that I learned that people recreationally drink cough medicine in the future."

"Oh, please. Our cough syrup tastes much worse."

If one restricted oneself to Buckley's, anyway. It tastes bad. But it works.

"Besides, after the first two or three, you're too hyper to notice the taste anymore."

Buckley's only existed in Canada and possibly Switzerland, Ronan. Dean was American and... well, not really proud. He thought the government was a joke even back in the fifties. But damn it, he knew cough syrup when he tasted it.

"Yeah, that doesn't worry me at all."

Said the guy who drank his espresso black.

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