Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord came in, took one look at the zombies, and instantly broke into a frown.

"Gave up on basic upkeep of them, Tino?"

He asked this, of course, while reaching for a roll of duct tape and a handful of tacks and making his way over to start re-attaching limbs as securely as he could possibly get them. And when Tino suggested that they start a betting pool to see how long these repairs would last, he simply got a look from Fjord.

"Really?"

Fjord was going to ignore all comments from Tino for the rest of the evening about how he wasn't nearly as fun as the Wednesday bartender.

At least there wasn't spaghetti today.

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[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden took a seat on her usual stool. "No disgusting food around? What's wrong today?" She smiled at Fjord.

[built_fjord_tough]

Well, Fjord didn't think the spaghetti or the calamari were disgusting, but to each their own, he supposed.

"Doing maintenance on the band," he sighed, gesturing with one thumb toward the zombies. "Apparently today they need a little extra attention."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Actually, I have to admit that the seafood wasn't that bad." She turned her head to look in the direction of the zombies, then wrinkled her nose. "I'm glad you saw to that. Are they actually alive?"

"No, wait." She made a gesture with her hand. "That might get all philosophical. I'll have a whiskey."

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord shrugged those (very nice) shoulders of his as he reached for a glass and poured out the whiskey.

"Undead, I believe," he replied easily. "Not technically alive, but they seem to have some measure of awareness. That's apparently enough, for this place."

Eh, he was a warlock. He wasn't shy about undeath. He was going to get even less shy about it as his power grew.

[1000yearstoolate]

"I see," Seivarden said, mostly distracted by those very nice shoulders. And those clawed hands holding the glass. "How has your week been?" she continued, opening for a conversation.

[special_rabbit]

"'Evening, Fjord." And there was Amaya, because it was pretty much just routine at this point, and Amaya liked routines. "What random, unexpected morsels are we dealing with today?"

Was that a flash of eagerness in her eyes as she asked? Why, yes. Yes it was. Two weeks in a row now, she'd been fed fine fare on a stick around here, and, as they said, the third time was a charm.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Evening, Amaya," Fjord replied, smiling pleasantly. If maybe slightly apologetically. "Haven't come across anything in particular yet, but the night is still young. Could probably place an order for delivery in the meantime. What better way to find out than to already have food on the way when I unexpectedly stick my hand in something?"

[special_rabbit]

"And it's not like there's much of a problem with too much food around here," Amaya noted. Because refrigeration! It was great! "I'll admit, I did come a little hungry and not just because I forgot to eat something this time. So maybe that's not a bad idea, something to tide me over until you discover something else."

She was already fishing out her phone, her poor, battered, grease-smudged, cracked-screen, surprisingly mostly ignored despite all that phone, pulling off one of her gloves so she could use it, and considering the options.

"You in the mood for anything?" she asked, tilting her head. "I'll order extra."

[built_fjord_tough]

"Actually, if they'll put pork belly on sticks, I could be interested," Fjord admitted, grinning faintly. "Washes down nice with fire whiskey, back home."

Not to be mistaken for the cinnamon whiskey nonsense they tried to pass off as that, here.

"I'll throw in some money, of course. Thank you."

[special_rabbit]

"Don't. Even. Think about it," said Amaya, firmly but smirking as she scrolled along the directory to consider who might actually have pork belly on sticks available, because now nothing else was going to do. "About a third of that money's coming from me, anyway, and you're way underpaid, besides. Nice work on the closet, by the way. It's off to a really good start."

The compliment, while true, was mostly just to buy her time to select the number of the first spot she was going to call up, because zards, look at that, the call was already going through! No chance to listen to any arguments when she was on the phone! Wouldn't want her to be rude, now, would he? Hold on just ooonnee moment.

That little trick was thanks to Apu in her time at Turtle & Canary.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Good to see you, Amaya," Seivarden said, raising her glass. "How has your week been?"

[special_rabbit]

"Captain," Amaya lifted her customary ale in response, thankfully not in a fishbowl this time. "Good to see you, too. It's been a good week, definitely not one I can complain about, and that's about as much as anyone can ask for. How about yours? Things are looking good on those pins, by the way, finished up the bulk of the first set today, but they're looking like they might not need another go, so if you've got any thoughts on what you wanted on 'em, I'm ready to see what we can find."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden smiled, an unusually warm smile. "I'll write down the names for you. And... pearls. I think pearls would be good."

No excessive displays of emotion this time, at least not yet.

[special_rabbit]

And won't it be a fun, uncomfortable time for Amaya if it did get to that again! Still, she smiled a little in return, albeit a bit guarded, knowing it couldn't be helped when working with a project of this nature. "Pearls are a fine choice," she said with a nod of approval. "And those're something I know if I find some trouble getting them around here, I know somewhere back home that should be a possibility, too."

[not_a_bird]

Sweet Dee had reached a point where she really couldn't stand just staying in her apartment all the time; she had to get out and do something. But what was there even to do on a tiny little weird island like this?

Well, the same thing she'd be doing if she were still in Philly. Just hanging out at the bar. Every night. It wouldn't be exactly the same, though, because back home, she'd also be hanging out there every day, too. But at least it was something? And it probably wouldn't hurt to get to know a few of her other fellow bartenders other than Tino.

Except, apparently, she'd already met one.

"Oh, shit!" It was hard to tell if that statement was just surprise or disappointment or just plain confusion. Probably a nice mix of all three. "You work here, too?"

[built_fjord_tough]

"Oh, shit," Fjord agreed, managing, barely, to keep a faintly pained expression off his face.

Oh looook, it was his favorite coworker.

"I work here too. Fridays are mine." He lifted his chin toward her. "Anything I can get you?"

[not_a_bird]

And she was setting in to be a regular fixture, too.

Almost every night.

"Beer's fine," Sweet Dee said. "Guess that rules out you being able to tell me if there's usually anything interesting that goes on around here on a Friday night."

Not that she'd been planning to ask, really, but a look around the bar revealed it to be...slightly busier than Wednesdays. Which were not at all busy. And she was totally, completely okay with that. This week had been her best night on the job yet.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Unless occasional random spaghetti counts, no," Fjord replied, reaching for a glass and pouring a beer... you know. Properly. He slid it her way. "Overall, it's still a small island."

[not_a_bird]

Oh, that's right. People here and their...draft beer. Sweet Dee reminded herself to specify a bottle next time, especially since that pour was terrible. There was hardly any head on it, and everyone knew that was the best part. Who didn't love head, honestly?

But beer was a beer, even if she was slightly disappointed it wasn't just wine again. That had been a surprise she wouldn't mind experiencing again.

"Yeah," Sweet Dee sighed slightly, cradling the beer in one hand before drinking about half of it in one go, "I noticed."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden just glanced in the direction of the entrance when the door opened. When she saw who it was, she aimed to just ignore her, but was unable not to let out a snort.

[not_a_bird]

Yeah, Sweet Dee saw you, too, Fancyboy, with your weird gloves, and had a snort of her own, one of smug satisfaction that there you were, trolling around in the bar on the night that wasn't her, feeling pretty damn glad she'd managed to nip that problem in the bud pretty damn quick.

[mountaingorilla]

"Did you get fired from your other job?" Kagura greeted, sitting down at the bar.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Nope," Fjord replied, keeping his tone pleasant as he looked her over. "Just happen to have more than one job."

[mountaingorilla]

Kagura thought about that for a moment. "You saving up for something?"

[built_fjord_tough]

"Not exactly," Fjord replied, shaking his head and reaching for a rag to wipe down the bartop with. "I'm bored."