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."

[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."

[built_fjord_tough]

"The shirts fit fine," Fjord offered. "Still not sure what to think about the trousers."

Half-orcs should not wear track pants.

"I'm sure it comes as little surprise that it all feels a little naked compared to wearing my leathers, considering your own armor."

[mages_suck]

Nobody should wear track pants. Sorry, CCP.

"It does," Fenris admitted, "I'd almost rather be naked. At least then I'd have an excuse for feeling.." He waved a hand. The word 'vulnerable' wasn't one he was going to say out loud.

"It will supposedly help blend in with the locals. I shall wear them to work. Perhaps then I'll get used to them." He scowled a little, "I'm not leaving my sword behind." Ever.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Neither am I," Fjord replied with a shrug. He punctuated it with another swig of beer. "But I don't stand quite as much of a chance of blending in, in the first place. I suppose it might make the Pastor a little more at ease around me, perhaps..."

He wasn't holding his breath, there.

[mages_suck]

Fenris shot him a sidelong glance and took a drink of his beer before asking, "Are things getting any better with that idiot?"

He had opinions.

[built_fjord_tough]

"So far, yes," Fjord replied, faintly amused. "I imagine that will last until the next time I do something he percieves as dishonest or cruel. He means well, in... incredibly dangerous ways. It would be fascinating, if it wasn't happening in a teaching environment."

A pause.

"At least he's willing to hear me out when I disagree with him."

[mages_suck]

"I could show up and introduce him to both dishonest and cruel, if you'd like him to have a point of reference," Fenris offered brightly, "I'd be happy to."

He really would.

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord paused for a moment, picturing that.

And then he broke into an easy laugh.

"I'll hold that option in reserve," he decided. "I'm not going to rule anything out just yet."

[mages_suck]

Fenris threw him an easy, wicked grin. "Do. I'm bored." He took a sip of his beer and nodded at the water, "We really should build a boat. Or a raft. Something."

[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?"

[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."