Caritas, Thursday

[wrongkindofsith]

When Cara arrived for her shift, Tino proudly showed off his glass castle that covered half the bar to her, and if pressed, she had to admit that it was both very large and not falling over.

Then she'd gone to take a glass off the top (because he'd used all the shot glasses and more than a few of the others) to pour a drink for a customer, and found out why it wasn't falling over.

So now Tino had several bottles of nail-polish remover and was attempting to un-glue all the glasses while Cara glared at him.

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[suitably_heroic]

"Now what'd Tino do?" Atton drawled as he stepped inside.

He was in a terrible mood. Ergo he went to the bar on the pretext of drinking when really it was probably the Cara being a terrible person that tended to cheer him up.

[wrongkindofsith]

"Art," Cara replied dryly. "I wouldn't order anything that comes in a shot glass tonight."

Unless he liked the taste of glue and solvents.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton pulled a face, settling down on a stool. "Seriously?" he said. "What'd he do to them? Does he know he's a bartender, not an artist?"

[wrongkindofsith]

All signs were pointing to no on that last one, Atton.

"He's been trying to do things like that," Cara gestured at the castle. "Since last week. The glue's new."

[suitably_heroic]

"He put glue in the place the booze is supposed to go?" Atton asked, glancing towards Tino. "Damn. I'm thinking it's time somebody glue him to something before this gets out of control."

[wrongkindofsith]

"How do you think I convinced him to start fixing it?"

[suitably_heroic]

Atton considered it.

"...What'd you glue him to?"

[wrongkindofsith]

"It wasn't so much what I was going to glue him to as where I threatened to put the glue on him."

Atton could probably figure out the most effective place.

[suitably_heroic]

"See, that's a nice threat in theory," Atton mused. "In practice? Ew."

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara had done more distasteful things. Not that she wasn't happy not to have had to go through with it.

"It worked well enough to stay very theoretical."

[suitably_heroic]

Well, you know, 'Sith' and 'Mord'Sith' weren't far off, words-wise.

Which was to say Atton had done worse, too, but he chose to avoid that kind of thing nowadays.

"Did he at least crap himself?"

[wrongkindofsith]

Hey, Cara'd only gotten in one street brawl recently. She was practically a pacifist.

"He was quick enough getting those bottles there, so I'd say yes." Metaphorically, at least.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton... hadn't killed anyone since Saturday?

"We're keeping an eye on you," he called to Tino, when the guy made the mistake of looking at him.

He turned back to Cara. "So what've you been up to?"

[wrongkindofsith]

"Nothing noteworthy." Because it hadn't even been a very interesting street brawl. Sorry Bellamy. "What about you?"

Look at them, interacting like they were normal people.

[suitably_heroic]

Got roped into going back to his home planet, got his face shoved into his childhood, killed some people...

"I just made a bunch of kids run around a mall trying not to get killed by dead things with plants for a face," Atton said. "So same old, really."

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara nodded. "They're not going to learn otherwise."

Who decided to allow them to teach, again?

[suitably_heroic]

"This is the best class I've taught so far, I think," Atton said. "Drop 'em in situations where they have to be stealthy to live. I mean, that's how we learned, right?"

[wrongkindofsith]

"More or less." Maybe not for every subject, but it was a teaching method the Mord'Sith had been more than happy to make use of when needed. "We're not even punishing them if they fail. They're practically coddled."

[suitably_heroic]

"At least I haven't had anyone whining to me this semester," Atton mused.

[wrongkindofsith]

"I got some pissed off looks last class." Because you made them fight in the mud. Actual mud. "But no one's actually said anything yet."

[suitably_heroic]

"What's it you're teaching this time around, anyway?"

[wrongkindofsith]

"How punching people can solve problems."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton snapped his fingers. "Oh, right," he said. "Hey, useful life lesson."

His usual option number one was to try and lie his way out, and then the punching came along, but still.

[wrongkindofsith]

What could she say, she was a fan of the direct approach. "I always thought so."