Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

There was only so long you could put off sleep, and yesterday Atton had finally returned to the apartment, collapsed on his bed, and... utterly failed to get out of it until it was going on noon on Sunday.

He hadn't had a whole lot of time to wake up enough before work. So it was a drowsy-looking Atton you'd find behind the bar today, eyeing the more expensive bottles, and thinking potentially-terrible thoughts about calling people he might have, maybe, somewhat been a dick to over the past few months.

Caritas was open.

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Stage

[suitably_heroic]

Now with a slightly lesser chance of sad Atton karaoke.

Slightly.

Bar

[suitably_heroic]

Your server promises he won't fall over into your drink. But if you're worried, you can always ask Tino.

Re: Bar

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan knew it wasn't going to be a Kitty day, but sometimes you just had to pretend to be social by swinging by the bar and hoping the bartender didn't judge you too much for ordering juice or something.

He did kind of pause in the doorway for a moment as he remembered who was at the bar today, but hell, it wasn't like he was avoiding the man or anything. With a shrug, he made his way to the bar and took a seat.

"... You gonna make it, there?"

Re: Bar

[suitably_heroic]

Atton pulled a face. "I'm fine," he said, "Focus on what you're going to be drinking in a minute, or I'll give you something that knocks you out like a rancor on Nar Shaddaa."

Re: Bar

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan rolled his eyes and huffed a bit of a laugh at that.

"Already know what I'm getting," he replied. "Kitty should have the recipe somewhere, from back when she was doing that 'name a drink after yourself' promotion." He paused, and then amended, "Actually, better just make it an orange juice."

Look, whatever else he knew about what Atton was dealing with right now, he had eyes. The man was clearly not in any state to be trusted with mixing nonalcoholic drinks at a bar.

Re: Bar

[suitably_heroic]

Please. Atton's mixed drinks were top notch no matter how he was feeling.

"Space, when did you turn into a boy scout?" he sighed, but he trodded obediently to the fridge to find the orange use.

Re: Bar

[spectre_alenko]

A beer nut came hurtling toward the back of Kanan's head from the other end of the bar.

Re: Bar

[uncertain_dume]

It was probably less a testimony to just how much sugar Atton had given him, and more a testimony to the fact that Kanan had been half-tuned-in to the whole situation around the bar ever since Kaidan had frozen up back there that his hand raised and stopped said beer nut just a few inches from the back of his skull, right?

Anyway, Kanan was a spoilsport. Who was turning around, plucking the nut from thin air, and popping it into his mouth, giving Kaidan a grin and a wave from where he was sitting.

Because yes, he was that asshole.

Re: Bar

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan had done exactly the same thing, sans cheating with the Force, to the beer nut Atton had thrown at him, so: fair.

He offered a sunny grin right back - and flipped him off.

Because yes, they were that mature.

Re: Bar

[spectre_alenko]

ENJOY THE BIOTIC WHO CARES TOO MUCH, ATTON.

After his jaunt off-planet and a chance to swap out to civvies, Kaidan collected Sparkle and headed to Caritas. His gaze traveled lazily over the room and the crowd. Kaidan nodded at people he knew before parking them at the bar.

"Remember, no dancing on the bar," he teased Sparkle.

Re: Bar

[myownface]

"I'm not gonna dance on the bar," Sparkle said, sticking out his tongue like the responsible and mature individual that he was. "I'm gonna dance on the stage, because what the hell else is a stage for?"

He had this figured, see?

Re: Bar

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan laughed at him, "Stage is fine, just let me know when so I can get video."

Re: Bar

[suitably_heroic]

One of those beer nuts Sparkle kept chucking at Atton?

Yeah, it was going soaring right at Alenko's head as Atton deflected it.

Suited him right.

Re: Bar

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan caught it. Considering the nut speculatively for a moment, he popped it in his mouth and bit down with a deliberate crunch.

Dusting off his hands, he gave three slow sarcastic claps.

Re: Bar

[myownface]

Tonight was going to be such a fruity drinks night. So. Many. Fruity. Drinks.

And possibly the occasional tossing of a beer nut at Atton to see if he caught them or not. Like the loving roomate that he truly was.

Re: Bar

[notacokeperson]

"Nice aim," Karina said, sliding onto a stool next to him.

Re: Bar

[myownface]

"My aim is perfect until one of those things stops mid-air and comes back at me," Sparkle announced. "And even then, it probably isn't my fault."

... Who even could be sure?

"Hey, Karina."

Re: Bar

[suitably_heroic]

It was the third beer nut that made Atton look up from his very important job of manning the bar to scowl at Sparkle. "If you're that bored, I'm not mixing your drinks strong enough."

Re: Bar

[myownface]

Sparkle looked right back with a grin.

"I mean, that wasn't me making a request, but if you wanna I'm not complaining."

Re: Bar

[notacokeperson]

"Wow," Karina said, eyeing him up and down. "You look like garbage."

Re: Bar

[suitably_heroic]

"And good evening to you too, sunshine," Atton said, making a face at her.

Re: Bar

[notacokeperson]

She made a face right back at him.

"I'm just telling it like it is," she said, shrugging.

Lounge

[suitably_heroic]

If you want someone quieter.

Back Room

[suitably_heroic]

For professional sundries.

OOC

[suitably_heroic]