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Caritas, Saturday

Having ~~handwavily~~ turned back from a mouse to a human yesterday, today April was back at work, decidedly cranky, and flicking straw wrappers at Tino. This wasn't really that new for April, but it also wasn't Tino's favorite thing in the world, so every so often he tried to deliver a biting remark that fell flat when April just stared at him.

Ah, this was nice.

She'd missed human contact while she'd been a mouse, okay. Just a little.

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Headaaaaaaaache.

"Hello," Ron announced - roughly 30 seconds after he had gotten seated. "I will have your strongest scotch. No ice. And no conversation."

And on the one night that April was feeling kind of social-ish, too.

She reached behind her for a bottle of scotch, poured some into a glass along with an ice cube or two, and slid the finished product back across the bar to Duke-- uh, Ron without saying a word, upon which point she set her head in her hands and surveyed him curiously. He was a weird guy, Duke Silver.

"Thank you," Ron said, because he was unsociable, not impolite. He put the glass to his mouth and took a sip.

The scotch was scotch. The bar was reasonably empty. This was good. "This is adequate."

"Yep," April agreed.

So. You know. That was that.

"Should be quiet-ish tonight," she added. "Fortunately."

"Good," Ron said, chewing on that one for a while. "A good bar should not be too crowded."

"Good bars don't have zombies as entertainment," April countered with a nod toward the band. "Not when they could be having something like a nice smooth jazz."

April amused herself sometimes.

"Zombies? Is that what they are?"

Small towns. They probably had their own slang. Not that Ron cared all that much.

"Take a whiff," April advised.

"No, thank you," Ron said, and took a long sip of his drink instead.

Well. That was probably smart.

"There's weird crap in this town," April told Ron, examining her fingernails idly as she spoke. "Undead musicians, some blue people, occasionally transforming into a mouse for a week. It happens."

Ron would probably be more of a bald eagle type, but sure.

"There was a half-metal gentleman who greeted me when I first got here," Ron reminisced. "I did think that was odd."

Not that he was taking April at her word here; it just seemed like a reasonable detail to mention.

April didn't exactly expect to be believed, necessarily. Ron came from Pawnee. That was a hell of a lot of mundanity to get over.

"Not surprising," she shrugged, though the description didn't sound familiar. After a moment, she took her phone out of her pocket and flipped through recent photos, eventually settling on one of Jono right here in Caritas, drunk and hovering a few feet above the ground. She turned around her phone so Ron could see. "I know a guy who looks like this."

"My god," Ron said, the second he glanced over. "Is that yoga?"

That was a dirty dirty word.

April glanced back at the picture. "No, he's just flying."

That was much less offensive, right?

Edited 2013-03-30 18:12 (UTC)

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Caritas, Saturday

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