Caritas, Saturday

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Bored. April was very bored.

So, like any twenty-year-old with a bar all to herself, she started playing beer pong. Against Tino.

Tino was really spectacularly bad at beer pong, and it turned out that he was a funny drunk. Awesome.

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Stage

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Bar

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Lounge

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Back Room

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Goddamnit.

Re: Bar

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"Do you know what I hate?" Guess who was on the island, April! On the island, and in desperate need of a drink, in fact. "I hate ambushes. Also, arsonists. And rations. I need a lager, April. I need a lager before I explode, and trust me, it won't be pretty if I do."

He knew this for a fact.

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"I dunno, I think it'd be kind of cool to watch," April mused even as she passed him a lager she knew he liked. "And it'd give Tino something to clean up that isn't his own vomit."

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"Last time I exploded around people I know, Karla was picking my teeth out of her hair," Jono shared. Because he was charming that way. "I don't know that anybody would be thanking me for a repeat of that particular experience, here."

No. No they most definitely wouldn't be. At least in part because if he were to explode, he'd most likely end up blowing up a good portion of the duck pond, thanks to Caritas' anti-violence wards.

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"I'd thank you," April informed him. "So yeah."

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Sometimes, April actually managed to hurt Jonothon's brain a little. She was one of his best friends, easily, but...

"... You'd thank me for blowing half my face off again? I think there comes a point where services rendered require more payment than just thanks, luv."

Blowing oneself up for the amusement of others had to warrant at least a case of beer or something.

Except then he wouldn't be able to drink it.

Nevermind.

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"You may not understand how fucking bored I am in here," April said clearly.

This was just her moodiness coming through, Jono. Please don't actually blow your face off for April's amusement.

"But fine, I'd get you expensive British beer gas."

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"Beer gas?" Jono was now torn somewhere between amused and horrified. Yes, a trip to Caritas while his power packs were recharging this weekend was exactly what he'd needed. "That just sounds like whatever it is Tino keeps belching up tonight, luv. Hardly enticing. Besides, I wouldn't be able to inhale it, either."

Blowing up also had the unfortunate tendency to take his lungs along for the ride.

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April sighed heavily like he was imposing such a problem on her. "What about beer lotion like they have at those pretentious fuckwit bars in Eagleton?" she wondered. "You can get whiskey hand sanitizer and blow vodka bubbles and all kinds of other bullshit fake alcohol."

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Jono mulled on that one for a moment before shrugging his shoulders, knocking back a good mouthful of lager before speaking again.

"I suppose something might almost be able to be worked out with an IV drip," he noted. "That is, if I had a pulse."

No heart, either.