Second Meeting of the Drunk and Bored Club, The Beach, Saturday evening

[what_the_shock]

Hey, they were a regular club with meetings and all, they couldn't just slack off, could they?

Eh, probably.

But still, after work, Miguel was heading home and picking up a bottle of rum and a twelve-pack of something he'd been assured was a pretty decent cider (he was leaving the beer to Fjord), then hitting the beach. And scraping together the remnants of a fire to rekindle it, since it was just a little chilly.

He sat in the sand and waited.


[Open post! No OCD, though feel free to ignore the "club" if you want to beach on your own.]

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[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord had once again attempted beer. This time, he'd managed to pick up some good, respectable glass bottles of something that apparently wasn't American, and he'd sampled one before heading to the beach with it.

He was considering it a win, for now. Whoever the hell Alexander Keith was, they didn't make terrible beer, at least.

"I'm here," Fjord announced, setting his case of beer down and sitting himself down not far from the fire. "I believe that means our club meeting can commence."

[what_the_shock]

"Club now called to order," Miguel agreed with a grin and a raise of a bottle. "Any club news to go over for the week?"

[built_fjord_tough]

"I was taught the very important process of taking selfies, this week," Fjord shared in a clearly not too impressed monotone. "And Fenris brought me some clothes from the local clothing shop."

He was not wearing them. Even a half-orc from another world was going to draw the line at track pants, no matter how well they fit.

[what_the_shock]

"So you're fitting right in," Miguel said. "Good to know. My students tried to make time machines out of hot tubs."

As you do.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Is a hot tub exactly what it sounds like?"

Because Fjord was suddenly feeling dubious again.

[what_the_shock]

"If it sounds something like a smaller version of the onsen but with bubbles in the water, then yep," Miguel said. "Hey, I didn't make that movie."

[built_fjord_tough]

"... Well, I wouldn't have guessed the bubble part," Fjord noted. "But besides that... sure."

This place. Still confusing.

[what_the_shock]

"Don't worry, I don't have any idea how it was supposed to work, either," Miguel confessed. "And I'm a scientist." He thought about it. "Pretty sure it wasn't supposed to end up in fire, but that's just that kid."

[built_fjord_tough]

"... You have a kid who ends up in fire?"

Fjord was possibly fortunate in his lack of experience with Beaker in his class.

[mages_suck]

Fenris followed Fjord, who'd invited him. It wasn't as if he had anything better to do than meet new people. He hadn't brought alcohol, but he had managed to find some cheese that more or less resembled what he was used to and some boxes of crackers to go with it.

Drinking on an empty stomach was a bad idea. He nodded at Miguel, who he'd met at the Perk.

He took up a seat near Fjord. "There's three of us here now, does that make it a support group? Someone said that as they were walking past the other day."

[built_fjord_tough]

"A support group in support of drinking?" Fjord smirked crookedly as he offered Fenris a beer. "I think I can get behind that."

[mages_suck]

Fenris nodded thanks as he took the beer, offering Fjord some actual cheese.

They'd had sandwiches with the kind with slices in individual plastic packaging. That.. hadn't been cheese. It said it was cheese, Fjord even admitted the package said so, but.. it hadn't been cheese. This was, a hard white cheddar.

"Why not? There are support groups for everything else."

[built_fjord_tough]

"I suppose there are," said the man who had never in his life been to a support group. "So, how do you call a support group meeting to order, anyway?"

The answer was 'with beer,' right?

[mages_suck]

"Hell if I know," Fenris snorted. He held the neck of his bottle out for a clink. "Probably like this."

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord chuckled, leaned in, and clinked his bottle against Fenris' before taking a swig.

He'd had far worse.

"That's about the kind of support I'm in the market for these days, anyway."

[mages_suck]

"How's the week been?" Fenris asked, then admitted, "I took Peter up on his offer of a job. He showed me how to use a phone."

How to answer a phone. Not how to dial.

[built_fjord_tough]

Well, that was probably the important half. Maybe.

"Oh? Liam's the one who showed me how to use mine." Fjord paused. "For the actual talking to people part, anyway. But it's good you've got a job. At least you'll have something to fill your time with, now."

[mages_suck]

"One day a week, anyway," Fenris agreed, "I may look for a second. For now, I am more or less amused that I'll be arranging flowers for people."

Pretty pretty elf, arranging flowers.. really big sword on his back, even in modern clothing.

"Did the clothes fit? I haven't seen you wearing them."

[what_the_shock]

"Supporting us in being drunk and bored? Wny not." Miguel toasted him with a bottle. "Miguel. Don't think I got your name."

[mages_suck]

Fenris nodded, "Fenris. Pleased to meet you again."

[what_the_shock]

"Likewise," Miguel said. "Welcome to the drunk and bored club. We work on the first to avoid the second."

[mages_suck]

"Good," Fenris said wryly, "I'm having trouble avoiding boredom on my own."

[what_the_shock]

"It can be kind of dead around here, just until it's not," Miguel said. "What do you like to do for fun?"

[mages_suck]

"So I keep getting told," Fenris inclined his head. "Fun? You probably don't want to hear what I have been doing for fun. Since arriving here, I've been sparring with the other sword-wielders. That's fun. I start work in the flower shop soon, that should be fun."

He shrugged a shoulder, "I walk around, I learn."

[what_the_shock]

"I mostly read, cook, and watch bad movies, so I'm probably the wrong person to talk to anyway." Miguel shrugged. "And I have no idea how to use a sword, though I will cheerfully throw things at them for other people to hit."