Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

Another day at work. Atton was beginning to get the hang of it again.

To keep himself busy, he'd picked up a bunch of bottles and a book of cocktails. He was meticulously making his way through several as he went along, testing them out on Tino when they were done.

Sometimes labor for the hands drowned out what was going on in your head. And if anyone was an expert at accomplishing that, it was Atton Rand.

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[mages_suck]

Fjord had been able to direct him to Caritas. It was Sunday. He knew of at least one person he would recognize there.

Testing out the new clothes he'd bought that morning, Fenris valiantly kept his expression casual and confident even though the new clothing felt strange and he felt a little naked without armor. Jeans and a simple gray long-sleeved cotton t-shirt.

Still no shoes though. They'd felt too weird on his feet.

"Atton," he greeted quietly, taking a seat at the bar. He looked over the bottles curiously. "What are you making?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Something really weird I found on a cocktail website this morning," Atton said. "The Eucalyptus... something?"

A beat.

"I never knew you could actually drink that."

[mages_suck]

"Is it something you drink yourself or something you serve to someone you don't like?" Fenris asked, mildly curious, "We have things like that where I'm from."

After a moment. "Poisons, mostly."

[suitably_heroic]

"It's something I'm making so I can figure out if it's any good," Atton said idly. "Tino gets to taste test, so I'm safe either way."

[mages_suck]

Fenris flicked a glance at Tino, "Good plan. So, you mentioned finding a drink that did not taste of cat piss, when last we spoke?"

He was admittedly curious about the new one Atton was mixing.

Not curious enough to try it first, mind.

[suitably_heroic]

"Sure," Atton said easily. "What do you usually drink?"

[mages_suck]

"Mackay's Epic Single Malt," Fenris responded with a small tilt of his head, "Or a good ale."

[hernando_fuentes]

"Fenris," Hernando greeted him, "How have your first few days been?"

[mages_suck]

"Hernando," Fenris greeted him in return. "They've been well. Confusing, but well. How have your last few days been?"

[hernando_fuentes]

"Confusing, but well," Hernando echoed back at him with a small smile, "It was time for a beer."

[mages_suck]

"It is always a good time for a beer," Fenris agreed.

Then he paused and carefully corrected, "For a good beer. Not the kind in the..cans."

Coors.

He could still remember the taste. It caused his mouth to twist in a tiny grimace. Never doing that again.

[hernando_fuentes]

Hernando shared the grimace and offered the sage advice, "Bottled beer is usually always superior to any kind in a can."

He was a snob about his beer. Not quite as much as with tea.

[mages_suck]

"I will take note," Fenris said dryly. "My roommate has switched to hard spirits in despair, I think."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia side-eyed the hell out of the cocktails when she arrived. But then she'd been side-eyeing almost everything in this place since she'd walked in, so that didn't really say much.

"Beer, thanks."

Look at her having some manners, though. Almost.

[suitably_heroic]

"The crappy American kind or the slightly less crappy Canadian kind?" Atton checked.

[okteiviakom]

"The less crappy Canadian kind, obviously," said Octavia, who until a few seconds ago had not been aware there was any difference.

She also had no idea where the beer Bellamy bought from the.store was originally from.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton shrugged, slapped a bottle on the table. "You could've also asked for a microbrew."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's brows dipped into a confused frown. "A micro what?"

If she looked like a woman expecting to get acquainted with yet another piece of frivolous present-day nonsense... Well, yeah.

[suitably_heroic]

"Tiny breweries make small batches of pretentious beer that's actually pretty good," Atton said. "And then we call what they make microbrews."

[hernando_fuentes]

Sunday called for a beer. Maybe more than one. He went inside and took a seat near Fenris, the only familiar face in the bar.

Hailing the bartender, "Do you have Tecate, bottled, please?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Did you just sneeze, or did you actually ask me for a drink I've never heard of before?" Atton asked, glancing over to the new guy.

[hernando_fuentes]

His face fell slightly. "It is a beer from Mexico. Sometimes it is available in the States. No matter. What would you recommend for a good Pilsner?"

[suitably_heroic]

"I mean, there's Molson or Warsteiner if you want it generic but less crappy than the American kind, or there's Stillwater Mono if you like them local and pretentious," Atton said, eyeballing the beer fridge.

[hernando_fuentes]

"Is the local and pretentious also good?" he wondered, "'Less crappy than American' is not a very high bar to reach."

[suitably_heroic]

"Look, you want to go to a fancy brewpub, you get on the causeway and you keep going until you see a building that's taller than three stories," Atton said, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, it's fine."