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Caritas, Monday

As if the presence of the School Board wasn't enough of an annoyance, Tino was clearly taking his recent "promotion" a bit too seriously, what with the way he was lording his new (temporary) manager status over Jake.

Jake had decided to ignore him in favour of testing out a shipment of espresso-flavoured vodka that had arrived earlier that day.

The set of black wings that had sprouted shortly after he'd downed a shot had thrown him for a loop briefly, but by the time they wore off he'd become enamoured of them enough to deliberately take a second shot of vodka.

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Where there are no zombies today, just a dusty old karaoke machine Tino found in the back room.

Where minors won't be served alcohol.

There was nothing like being stuck in your old Galactic Federation Police uniform to drive a girl to drinking.

There wasn't really a lot to drive Samus to drinking in the first place, true, but this just provided a particularly good excuse.

"Whiskey on the rocks," she decided, since she figured finding any of her favorite space beers tonight would be pretty slim.

Yeah, all the really out-there stuff had been tucked away in one of the storage rooms for the night.

"Whisky I can do," Jake said, sliding the drink over. And... hovering a couple inches up off the ground as he did so. Still didn't really have the hang of the whole wing-thing.

Samus lifted an eyebrow as he lifted himself, and then shook her head. "I've had a lot of tough missions," she murmured into her glass, interrupting herself with a drink, "but a week of trying to keep this place 'normal' by this backwater planet's standards?"

She shook her head again and took another drink.

"I'm sure if we all just lie back and think of... wherever we're from, it'll pass soon enough." Helpful, Jake. Really.

"I wouldn't be surprised if that winds up making it worse, for some," Samus commented, a bit wryly. "A great big show. All the world's a stage. Think they'll be able to pull it off?"

She half wondered if they didn't, if her benefactor would help, but she didn't like that idea too much. Then she'd have to share...

"We're a resourceful bunch," Jake said with a shrug.

That sent him fluttering up off the ground again.

"They?" he echoed, eyeing her. "You're not with the school board, are you?" After all, he hadn't actually seen Samus outside of her...armour suit thing... before now.

Samus snorted into her drink. "Does the uniform really make me look that much like a School Board member?" she had to ask.

"Well," Jake mused. "No, not really. Never can be too sure, though."

"Hello, my good man!" Thurston said heartily. "What do you recommend to drink here?"

"Can't go wrong with a good strong rum," Jake said, hastily folding those wings behind his back.

"Nothing with coconut," Thurston said with a small shudder.

"Right then, no Malibu," Jake noted. "How's your visit going, mister, ah-?"

"Howell," Thurston said. "Thurston Howell III."

"Jake Doyle. The first. Whatta ya at?"

Thurston stared at him blankly. "Beg your pardon?"

Okay, Kitty, who was totally not the real manager, really was totally here checking in. "So how're things going here?"

"Tino's on a bit of a power trip," Jake complained. "His head's gonna explode if it gets any more filled with hot air."

"I guess that means I have to make him clean the bathrooms or something," she said with a frown. "Keep him humble."

And remind him who's boss.

"I like this plan," Jake said with an approving nod. "Need something to drink? I recommend the espresso vodka, but it does have a bit of a... kick, I should warn ye."

"Not actually legal," she said, keeping her voice down for when she had to be behind the bar she wasn't technically old enough to be serving from in this state. "I think I'll stick to Coke for now."

"...Right," Jake blinked. Sometimes he forgot that the drinking age in the States was as high as it was.

...Not that the Canadian drinking age was ever even enforced all that strictly in the Doyle household. "Coke for the lady, then."

And while Kitty wasn't really a drinker, when everyone was pretending at normal and Tino was in charge, that was when you really needed something alcoholic.

"I can't wait till this is over," she sighed.

"You and me both, duckie," Jake said sympathetically. Not that it had stopped him from deliberately giving himself a set of... new appendages. "Maybe we can have a proper party once they're out of our hair."

"Does game night on Saturday count?" she wondered.

"It does now," Jake decided.

"Then we're having a party once this is all over," she grinned.

No matter how nicely they ask.

They could, however, partake of caffeinated beverages, and gain some temporary flight-enabling appendages in the process.

Around, but will probably be slowish as I'm studying for finals /o\

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Caritas, Monday

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