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Caritas, Friday Evening

Another week, another shift at the bar. This week, Fjord was braced for weirdness, since it seemed as though it had been going around the place. He looked around for wayward spaghetti, tried the taps to make certain the beer was running as beer... Nah, it was all good.

It wasn't until he pulled out a glass to fill it for the first customer of the night that he had to pause to squint into it. It had been empty when he reached to pick it up, but the moment he had?

"Calamari...?"

He tried another glass, and it filled up with fried squid pieces, too. And that set off a hunt around the bar to try to find something he could fill with alcohol instead.

Fishbowls. Apparently tonight was going to be Fishbowl Friday, whether people wanted them or not.

Caritas is open. Help yourself to a nice tall glass of squid.

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Fjord shrugged and popped a piece of calamari into his mouth.

Eh, more for him.

"You figure they wouldn't melt? Or is that half the point? Candied whiskey?"

Speaking of, fishbowl of whiskey incoming, Fenris.

"I don't know if they'd melt," Fenris admitted, "Probably not right away if they did?"

He nodded his thanks and curled his arms around the fishbowl possessively. Or hugging it. One of those. "I'm going to need a straw."

He wasn't going to try picking it up and drinking from it directly. It might spill and that would be a waste.

Fjord just chuckled as he reached for a straw and then plunked it right into that bowl.

It was green.

"And there you go," he replied. "Enjoy."

Fenris looked at the straw, glanced at Fjord, cocked an eyebrow. Then he laughed because there was no way Fjord was trying to make that suggestive.

With a smirk, he wrapped his lips around it and sucked. Mmm. Mainlining whiskey.

Fjord opened his mouth for a moment. And then shut it again. And then just kind of gave Fenris The Look.

You know. That one.

He could see your brain doing terrible things, elf.

Fenris smirked at him and then made a 'gimme' gesture, "Get me a different colored straw. Trust me on this."

Fjord just rolled his eyes, and then reached into the straw jar and pulled out a yellow one instead, passing it Fenris' way.

"You're incorrigible, you know."

In case he wasn't aware.

"Oh, I know," Fenris smirked at him, "I work very hard at it. You'd be so bored if I behaved."

He behaved sometimes.

"Bored? Hardly," Fjord chuckled. "I'd just think you were up to something."

Fenris gave him a sunny smile. "And you'd be right!"

He sipped his whiskey. For a value of sip that was as much as he could inhale through the straw at one time without taking a breath.

"We should do something fun this weekend."

"Now, when you say it like that I start to worry," Fjord noted, still smirking. "What sort of fun did you have in mind?"

Fenris smirked back at him. "Go look for a boat. There has to be one on the other shore somewhere, right? Maybe grab Beau, see if she wants to come with."

This would end well.

"You know... that does sound like a good time?"

Fjord was easily enabled when it came to boats. So sue him.

"I thought it might. You still need a boat. There has to be one over there somewhere," Fenris said after another drink of whiskey.

A boat somewhere. Unattended. Again. It had worked out so well the first time.

"We aren't going to run the belly of this one up into the sand, are we?"

He could hope not.

"I don't know," Fenris grinned at him, "Think you'll be able to sail this one better?" There were probably far fewer sandbars between the island and the shore.

"I have faith I can manage," Fjord chuckled. "Try me."

"I intend to," Fenris pointed out, "It's not like I'm going to sail the damned thing. Think Beau knows how?" He took a drink. "..Do you know if she can swim?"

"Far as I can tell, Beau's from inland," Fjord noted. "Not much coastline in the Dwendalian Empire. Doubt she can sail, but she might be able to swim."

Probably be a good idea to sort that one out before they stuffed her into a boat.

"We'll have to make sure before we find a boat," Fenris echoed the narrative, "If she's no sea legs.." Not that it was a sea but the term still applied.

If she had no sea legs, her time aboard The Mistake and The Ball Eater was gonna be rough.

"I suppose we'll find out." A pause. "You know we're not stealing this hypothetical boat, right?"

Fenris, he was a sailor. One of his specialties was securing free passage on boats and ships. That... probably extended to just asking nicely if they could borrow the damn thing.

Fenris eyed him, "Sure. Go right ahead and spoil my plans for the weekend."

He wasn't entirely serious. Watching Fjord negotiate to 'borrow' a boat would also be fun.

"Why aren't we stealing the boat again?"

"Because," Fjord replied patiently, "I'm still not a pirate."

That came later.

"How are you ever going to get to be a pirate if you don't start stealing boats?" Fenris asked with a faint smirk.

"I'm sure I'll figure it out eventually," Fjord replied, tone dry.

Even while he smirked.

The goal was to not become a pirate. Naturally.

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