Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

It'd been two days. Atton hadn't sensed anybody he knew on the island.

He still stepped through the doorway with infinite suspicion. "You there," he yelled at the zombies. "Seen anyone blond, pretentious and really up his own ass come through here this weekend?"

The zombie blinked at him.

"Ugh," Atton said, and turned to Tino. "How about you?"

Tino said nothing. He just poured himself another shot.

"Fine, you're all useless, whatever."

WELCOME TO CARITAS
Drinks half off if you can prove
your relatives are traumatizing

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[suitably_heroic]

"Only one way to find out," Atton said, shrugging. "And that's without taking alien fashion into account."

Not that he knew anything about that.

[myownface]

Sparkle went into a little half-squint at that, tilting his head thoughtfully.

"I'm not drunk enough yet to start seriously contemplating designing an entire winter clothing line for non-humans and near-humans," he decided. "I need like another three beers for that first."

[suitably_heroic]

"You just say the word and I'll keep them coming," Atton said. "I mean, I'm getting the hang of this 'bartending for anybody who walks in through those doors' thing. I'm not even trying to cheat everybody at cards anymore."

[myownface]

"But that sounds like the best part of bartending," Sparkle replied, blinking. "... That said, fuck yes keep them coming, would you? Maybe what I need are some stupid trains of thought but with proper supervision for a change."

So that he didn't burn anything down or get kidnapped or whatever.

[suitably_heroic]

"Yeah, but a lot of people who come through here are really bad at cards," Atton said, turning around to go find another one of those beers. He rifled through a minifridge for a few moments and then triumphantly produced another one. He put it down on the counter. "Takes all the fun out of it."

[myownface]

"Huh. Fair enough. You can only cheat the already hopeless for so long before it starts to get boring." Sparkle finished off his first beer and made a reach for his second. "You'd think there would be more people around here of all places that didn't suck at it, though."

[suitably_heroic]

"We've got people on this island who freak out about garden gnomes," Atton reminded him. "They're not exactly all winners."

[myownface]

"I always kind of wonder how those people manage to survive when something actually dangerous happens," Sparkle confessed. "Like, I've got a checklist of stupid ways I've died here going, and they're fucked up over lawn ornaments."

[suitably_heroic]

"Hiding under a table?" Atton said. "Just really good at getting out of here when the island starts getting into that time of the semester again? Or maybe they've got some martial skills we don't know about. I don't know, I'm just spitballing here."

[myownface]

Sparkle just sighed and wrinkled his nose in the general direction of his beer.

"We gotta get a sturdier table at home, I guess."

... Look, it made sense to Sparkle, anyway.

[suitably_heroic]

"I already got that reinforced," Atton said idly, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Twice."

There were also blasters hidden underneath.

[myownface]

"Oh." Sparkle blinked. "Well then, uh."

He tilted his head a little.

"Sometimes I forget how much you secretly actually have your shit together, you know."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton shrugged. "I want our place to be safe," he said.

Partly because of his own neuroses. Partly because Sparkle was squishy and he worried.

[myownface]

"Me too," Sparkle allowed, and then took another mouthful of beer. "Hey, maybe someday you won't even have to watch my back so much."

The neuroses part, Sparkle understood. That other bit, he really wanted to be able to do more about. Work in progress.

[suitably_heroic]

"Maybe if I drag you out to the gun range a few more times over the next few months," Atton mused. "Get a few shots in..."

[myownface]

"I mean, it probably couldn't hurt to get more range time in," Sparkle admitted, clicking his teeth against the rim of the bottle a couple of times as he considered it. "Not my favourite weapon, but... I like not dying."

He'd kind of come to accept it was a necessary evil around here. Doubly so in Atton's galaxy. And he still had his knives from Leto, too...

Hadn't touched a bow and arrow since Alec left the island, though. Because... nope.

[suitably_heroic]

"I'm free all week next week," Atton offered. "If you need a buddy."

[myownface]

"I super need a buddy," Sparkle said with all the authority of a guy who probably wouldn't commit to this unless he had someone nudging him the entire time, anyway. "I need a blaster buddy."

He was well past any concerns of blowing his own foot off, at least. But still.

[suitably_heroic]

"All right, how about Friday?" Atton said. "I can use some blowing off steam when I'm done dealing with those brats for another week."

[myownface]

"Friday," Sparkle echoed, looking thoughtful, and then nodding. "Sure. It isn't like I've got shit to do on Friday, anyway. We might have to look at the schedule again once class starts," aahaaaaaa oh god he'd done that, "but for now, Friday's perfect."