fandomtownies | Caritas, Monday night

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Where your bartender is back after an extended leave.

Yes, Fred had a movie day in class today because of a hangover. Yes, he was drinking tonight because this place was boring and he didn't have class tomorrow.

"What are those drinks?" he had to ask as he took a seat at the bar.

"Wasabi Cucumber Saketini is self-explanatory," Kenzi said, looking pleased. "Kicker is vodka and Irish Cream. Witch of Venice is orange juice, vodka, creme de bananes and Strega liqueur."

So, in other words, vodka, vodka with an Irish accent, and Kenzi amusing herself by putting sake and wasabi together to try and make someone's head explode.

"I would guess the Saketini would be your kinda thing more than the others."

"You just want to see someone cry," Fred said. "It won't be me! I'll have the Kicker."

"Awwww," Kenzi pouted, but started making the drink anyway. "So, don't think I've seen you around before. Townie or teacher?"

She was going to make that saketini just in case you changed your mind, too, new dude.

"Teacher," Fred said. His mind was unmovable unless the saketini could work in his favor somehow. He didn't see that happening. Crying over wasabi wasn't going to lead to him getting money or action. "Just started this semester. Name's Fred."

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"Hey Fred. I'm Kenzi." And here was your lovely Kicker, Fred-guy. "What do you think of the island so far? Get any good messages on Friday?"

Kenzi, of course, had started leaving prank calls after one mis-guided message.

"I got a couple voicemails, but I haven't checked my voicemail in about six years," Fred said. "Why, what's with the messages?"

"Phone directions got screwed up on Friday, if you left anyone a message, someone else probably got it," Kenzi said cheerfully. "Any message you got on Friday wasn't for you. People start getting very angry or confused by noon, usually. I just leave things at random and watch the fun."

"Huh. Hold on," Fred said. He pulled up his voicemail (http://thisguyright.livejournal.com/341.html?thread=341#t341) and listened as he took a drink of his kicker. "I'm pretty sure Tony Stark wants my hot body." He was misrepresenting that voicemail a little. "Even if I went for guys, I wouldn't go for a guy like that." Avengers. Blegh.

"What, rich? Or with an ego the size of the planet?"

"Plus the goatee," Fred explained. "Just make it a full beard or shave it off." But mostly the Avenger thing.

"Valid," Kenzi said with a shrug, after some consideration. "So I know you're new, you're into female people, not Tony Stark, and probably not from another planet. What're you teaching?"

"The only kind of alien I am is the kind that comes from Australia," Fred confirmed, in case the accent didn't make that clear. "I'm teaching a gym class. I was a pro baseball player when I was younger, so it's a natural fit."

Until he was busted for taking bribes and lost all his money to drugs and hookers.... Fandom High really needed better background checks.

Naaaaah. He was part of the Dreadful Life Lesson curriculum, even if he didn't know it!

"Ah, gym class. Don't miss that." Kenzi smirked. "Not that I usually went, even when the moose assigned it to me."

"How much wasabi did you drink tonight?" Fred asked. No, he didn't know about the moose. "If it helps, today was a movie day. And I try to make sure everything the students do is practical. Next week they're going to get to throw and shoot stuff at targets."

"Very useful, they'll be prepped for the first invasion," Kenzi agreed. "And I stick to non-booze while working. You should drop by the office, you'll see. The moose stamps all the schedules, it's very temperamental."

"Oh god, is this like the little pony lady?" Fred asked. "This place is nuts."

"Yuuuup." Kenzi took a slurp of her Diet Coke, grinning. "Class of '14, we had whacked out crap happening right up 'til the graduation podium. Once you get past the first invasion it gets easier, though. Lotsa people with superpowers on the island, they look out for the rest of us."

"No offense, but I don't trust them to do that for me," Fred said. He reached behind his back, pulled out a boomerang, and threw it off to the side... all while taking a drink. The boomerang swooped around the room, knocked both drumsticks out of the zombie drummer's hands, and completed the loop to return to his hand right after he put his empty glass down. "I'll look out for myself. I'll have another."

"Dude! Do that again!" Kenzi said, charmed, as she started mixing his next Kicker.

"Is that drink free?" Fred checked as he twirled the boomerang in his hand.

Kenzi paused, considered, then said, "It could be...?"

"What do I have to hit to make it free?" Fred checked. "Name anything in the place. I can hit it."

"Oooo. Oh! The TV remote, it's-- yeah, it's over there near the entrance to the TV Lounge." Kenzi held up his glass, grinning. "Extra vodka in it if you can make it circle around me without hitting your drink."

Fred turned around to get a good look at where the remote was. He measured the distance, then looked back to Kenzi to see exactly where she was before turning back toward the lounge.

And then he threw it.

Sure enough, the boomerang soared through the room, clipping the remote and knocking it to the floor. Then the boomerang came back, shot right past Fred, around Kenzi, and back to his other hand. Yes, the catch was without turning back around. Show off.

Cackling, Kenzi handed over his drink-- after adding another two shots of vodka to it. "здоровье! That was awesome! And are you just living up to the Aussie stereotype, or what? 'Cause I don't think you learned that playing baseball."

"I've got good aim with pretty much anything you want me to throw," Fred said. "But sometimes you get stuck with a thing and can't shake it." Because branding. He literally wore a boomerang on his face for a living.

"Well, I like it. You're going to do fine against the flying fish, if they come back again."

[and I craaaash! SP, or wrap, up to you!]

"Just wait until I break out the exploding boomerangs," Fred said, just as the zombie guitarist played an awesome riff and the light glinted off Fred's teeth juuuust right.

Bad. Ass.

[Gonna wrap, just because tomorrow's when work will start getting nuts and I'll be very quiet. Night!]

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Spooky Things retrospective, or Singing Madwoman Loves You? Decisions, decisions.

*Finally* got my act together on a Monday, so yay, girl is back!

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