Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

"Okay," Atton said slowly. "Do I want to ask?"

The zombies blinked up from their weird medical testing... kits. "Is this like a gene thing?" he said, walking towards the bar. "... Aw, space, I asked. I wasn't going to ask. Nope. No, I don't want to know. Do me a favor and keep... whatever you're going to put in there far away from the drinks, all right?"

His only response was grunting and shuffling.

"Typical," Atton muttered.

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[notconflicted]

Sia couldn't take weekends off. It just couldn't happen. But she figured she could try to be better about taking breaks (for as long as that ever lasted), even if it was just to bug Atton for a while.

Entertain me.

Like that.

[suitably_heroic]

Yeah? And what kind of entertainment would you be looking for, your imperial highness?

Atton hoped the sarcasm showed.

[notconflicted]

She read most of what he said with a sarcasm filter, honestly.

That depends. What's boring or frustrating you today?

[suitably_heroic]

I think the zombies are about to go pee on a stick in the bathroom and I don't want to think about it, but I have to, so now you have to too.

That's what you got, Sia.

[notconflicted]

I feel like this would be an opportunity to distract yourself from that, and you chose not to do it.

She should have known better, really.

[suitably_heroic]

You know me, I like to share the misery around at every chance I get.

[notconflicted]

It's part of your charm, somehow. Horrifyingness aside, how are you?

[biotic_psychotic]

Later in the evening, Jack went to Caritas. She looked at the zombies for a moment before parking her ass on a barstool and checking to see what Atton was doing. To ensure there wasn't a Tino-affected lump of zombie matter involved anywhere. There did not appear to be.

She offered him a happy, shiny smile. "Hi handsome. How's tricks?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Cold and full of zombies running around with medical equipment I don't want to think about," Atton drawled, offering her a dry smile in return. "Please don't ask questions, we'll all feel better."

[biotic_psychotic]

"I do not want to goddamn know and as long as they aren't putting bits of themselves in the drinks, I do not goddamn care," Jack assured him. "What mixed thing are you playing with tonight?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Right now, nothing," Atton said, squinting. "Too busy being disgusted over here."

[biotic_psychotic]

"Then I guess I'm having whiskey," Jack said, "and keeping my back to those fuckers."

[suitably_heroic]

"I'll see if I can rev up to something more interesting later," Atton told her, turning around to grab a bottle. "How's your week been?"

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack tried to think of a word to encompass the week and came up with one, "Boring. Being a palm sized pissed off Tinkerbell," thank you, Sparkle, "was the only sort of interesting thing to happen. How was yours? Get shot at much?"

She was interested in the answer. Couldn't tell if it was the light in here or if he actually had gotten some sleep in the last week.

[notallbluemonks]

Was Beau still hung over from last night? Yes. Was this stopping her from looking to drink some more tonight? Not even a little bit.

"The fuck is their deal tonight?" she asked, chucking a thumb over her shoulder at the zombies. "No, you know what, I don't actually care. Can I just get . . . I don't know, something weird. Surprise me."

[[So much SP but.]]

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack gave her a chin up nod when she showed up. "Beau. You really sure you want to ask for 'something weird' with those fuckers doing that?" Jack thumbed at the zombies.

[notallbluemonks]

Beau shrugged, smirking. "Sure, if they want my repeat business. Besides, I'm feeling adventurous tonight."

She leaned back against the bar, propping her elbows up and generally trying to look kind of badass.

"'sup, Jack. You should've been there last night."

[biotic_psychotic]

"Would've if my asshole neighbor had told me about it," Jack smirked. She was mostly teasing.

[notallbluemonks]

Beau brought both hands up like she was acknowledging applause. "How am I supposed to be the asshole neighbor if I do you a favor like that?" she retorted with a small snort of laughter. "Nah, I kinda assumed you knew, or I would've."

[biotic_psychotic]

"I did," Jack admitted, "Just didn't know it was open invite. The two main jerks I hang out with don't goddamn drink and the one person I know who does was off with his boyfriend or some shit."

[suitably_heroic]

"Uh, okay," Atton said, eyeing her. "Anything you're allergic to? Kitty gets shirty if I kill anyone in the bar."

[notallbluemonks]

“It’s fine,” Beau said carelessly. “Nothing I’ve had here has killed me yet and I’m pretty sure Tino hates me already.”

[suitably_heroic]

"Tino hates everybody," Atton said easily. "All right, pick a color."

[notallbluemonks]

"Fine, just ruin my sense of accomplishment then," Beau mock-grumbled. "I thought I did a really good job of annoying him. Fine. Whatever. Let's go with . . . anything but yellow. Like a really obnoxious green."

[suitably_heroic]

"There's always absinthe, but I don't know if I'm willing to have you carried out of here," Atton joked, walking towards the booze.