fandomtownies | Caritas, Monday evening

Is playing every military song they know. There's a lot of them.

Kenzi seems to be distracted by whatever is on the top shelf there. But Tino's ready to serve you.

It had taken a bit of bartering - and some lifting of heavy goods in exchange for some coin - but Edward came to the bar with enough money to purchase, if nothing else, a pint or two.

He slid into the seat, ordered a pint, and waited.

Nathan had only gotten himself turned around once (or maybe twice) before he'd finally stumbled upon Caritas. Despite not being able to read, the word was short enough that he could pick out sounds that certain letters made and put the rest together.

He pushed the door open, took a few steps and then stopped. Hey, it was impossible not to stare at the band. Just impossible. He took a few more steps but he was still watching them and wondering if maybe he'd messed up and was in a haunted house or something.

But there was Edward so apparently, he was in the right place.

"Don't mind the lads," Edward said, glancing over his shoulder with a smile. "Not sure what's going on with them, but they seem all right."

"They look...sick," Nathan commented, coming up to the bar beside Edward. "Really sick. Should someone call a doctor?"

"They've looked that way since first I saw 'em," Edward said. "I was told that's just the way they are."

Nathan made a face and then managed to pull his eyes away from them. He'd inevitably look again at some point because he wouldn't be able to help himself.

"Have you been here long?" Nathan asked, taking a look behind the bar now.

"About a fortnight, maybe two?" Edward's sense of time was getting a bit blurred with all the new experiences he was having 'round here. "I don't know. When was the welcome feast?"

Nathan chuckled a bit, elbows on the bar while he checked out the different bottles that he could see.

"I meant at the bar," he clarified with another quiet snicker. "I got a little lost and hoped I didn't keep you waiting for too long."

"Oi, are you laughing at me?" Edward said.

With faux outrage, mind. "Ah, I've been comin' here for a couple weeks, I reckon. Sorry I got started without you." He held up a pint.

"It's fine, I wouldn't want you to wait," Nathan said, shaking his head. "What are you drinking? Ale?"

Hey, something he'd heard of even if he hadn't tried it. It was about the extent of his alcohol knowledge.

"Aye," Edward said, and shoved the pint towards Nathan. "Take a sip, see if it's your poison."

Nathan reached for the pint and couldn't help giving it a quick look. Didn't seem too different from the ales he'd seen various people drink back home.

He gave it a little sniff and then took a sip. It was...well, it was different. The taste wasn't entirely pleasant and Nathan put the glass back down before coughing a few times.

"That's...new." About all he could come up with at the moment.

Edward reached over to slap him on the back. "Ah, it's just your first," he said. "Good man. You'll get used to it."

"Does it all taste the same?" Nathan wondered, sliding the pint back to Edward. "One flavour for all ales?"

"Not in the slightest," Edward said, taking a good long drink of his pint. "Every brewer makes it differently. Sometimes the differences are obvious, sometimes they aren't."

He grinned at Tino. "A light one for my friend here, sir!"

"Light?" Nathan asked, watching Tino make what he assumed was going to be his ale. "Is that like a diet ale?"

After everything, he wouldn't be surprised if diet alcohol existed.

"Just one's got a slightly less obvious taste than this one," Edward said. He took another sip of his drink. "And it might not have you on the floor as swiftly as this one would. If you're lucky."

"Just don't let anyone carry me away if that happens," Nathan requested, nodding. "I don't like waking up in unfamiliar places. I'd rather wake up on the dirty floor."

"We'll let you sleep off your misery on the tavern floor, then," Edward said, looking amused. "Sure the locals won't mind."

"It won't be so bad," Nathan decided, looking down at the floor and scuffing it with his shoe. "Slept in worse places. Woken up up with dirt or mud in my mouth before. Always a refreshing wake up call when that happens."

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The Lounge

The TV Room

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