Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord came in to Caritas only to be greeted with Tino's next foray into the wild frontier of desserts, pausing in his tracks as the other bartender set a tray of crème brûlée ramekins onto the bar and then, grinning, pulled out a blowtorch.

Fjord had no damn clue what he was even holding until the fire happened.

And that was why Fjord was just a half-second too late in tackling Tino before all chaos broke loose. The next three minutes were spent putting out the zombie who had been passing by to check on the sales from their CD display. And then, in spite of the cold outside, the doors were all being left open to try to air out the burned zombie smell.

The band was playing as per usual. The zombie might have insisted that the show must go on if he could. But then, it was entirely possible that he simply hadn't noticed.

[OOC: Open!]

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[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden sniffed as she stepped through the door and made a face.

"Aatr's tits, what's that smell?"

[built_fjord_tough]

"Zombie fire," Fjord reported, sighing and rolling his eyes. "Tino thought it would be a good idea to try to light some desserts on fire. He missed."

[1000yearstoolate]

"I didn't know those kinds of desserts were popular here," Seivarden said. "They were all the rage when I was a child." She wrinkled her nose. "No zombies though."

[built_fjord_tough]

"Yeah, we generally don't think of 'dessert' back home when we think of zombies either," Fjord replied, shaking his head. "Might need to get some kind of 'no fire' rule in here going forward. At least when it comes to dessert."

[special_rabbit]

Amaya figured she'd see Seivarden in the bar again that evening, which was good. Saved herself a phone call as she nodded and offered up a greeting. "Good news for you, Captain," she said. "Those pins should be finished setting and ready for pick up some time next week, if you get the chance to swing by the shop."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden smiled warmly. "Of course. I look forward to seeing them."

She raised her glass a little.

"How are you doing?"

[special_rabbit]

"No complaints!" Amaya offered back almost cheerfully, lifting her own glass in response. "Got something to get my hands next on now that I'm nearly finished with your job, class is going well, I'm the right size and shape that I'm supposed to be, and no one's tried to set me on fire."

She grinned as she drank to that. "Hear that's the thing to worry about today. How about yourself?"

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack walked into Caritas and stopped just inside the door. A hand clapped over her nose and she bellowed, "Tino what the goddamn mother of fucks did you do now?! Goddamn that's a stink! Fjord, two shots of whiskey so I can pour that shit straight up my nose and kill every sense organ going to my brain."

Good morning.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden wasn't sure if it was best to avoid Kaidan's sister or not, especially since she had mentioned using violence in some situations the first time they met, but since they were neighbours, she figured a causal nod in greeting was a good idea. Besides, Seivarden didn't really have anything against her personally, unless she got hysterical and punched people. Anyway, this would be the place for that.

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack gave her a shiny, glittery smile. "Seivarden! How the hell are you?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"Not bad," Seivarden said, smiling back despite being a bit suspicious of the one Jack had given her. "Settling in?"

[built_fjord_tough]

Evening, Jack!

Fjord just smirked a little as he reached for the whiskey.

"Coming up," he reported, pouring those shots out. "Apparently zombies burn fast. Did you know?"

Because Fjord sure as hell did, now.

[biotic_psychotic]

"Fuck no but it makes sense, what with the falling apart and shit," Jack said, still trying not to breathe.

The first shot, she drank. A handful of napkins were gathered from the bar. She held the second shot up to her nose and tilted her head back slightly, snorting the whiskey into each nostril in turn. What was left got dumped down her throat and quickly swallowed. Eyes watering, nose running and gasping for breath, she buried her face in the napkins and sneezed loudly several times.

When she extracted herself from the napkins, her eyes were reddened and she was sniffling a little but she was able to breathe without smelling anything. A quick snapping shake of her head. "Goddamn that burns."

Don't try this at home, children. No, seriously: Don't.

[notallbluemonks]

"I know, right?" Beau yelled from . . . not that far down the bar, actually.

[biotic_psychotic]

Trashminds think alike

"Tino forgot his fucking deodorant again," Jack called back.

[special_rabbit]

"Ah, Jack!" It would be pretty foolish of Amaya not to take advantage of spotting the other teacher there in the bar on the usual Friday and not spare a moment to say hello and check in, what with that whole being her teaching buddy thing and everything. She had been meaning to see how she was doing, though all signs pointed to the fact that she was settling in just fine, really, but this saved Amaya the trouble of actually pulling herself away from the projects she kept getting sucked into.

She nodded a greeting. "Been meaning to track you down one of these days," she said, "see how you're doing."

[biotic_psychotic]

"So far so fucking good," Jack smiled at her, "Question, though. How do I sign out the goddamn Danger Room?"

[special_rabbit]

"'Evening, Fjord." Amaya had her usual nod for him as she found a spot at the bar, but, before she sat down, she took a moment to take in a very pointed and deep inhale before fixing him with a bit of a look. "Now," she said, "there's the sort of smell that's got to have a story."

[built_fjord_tough]

"Tino lit the guitarist on fire making..." He waved a hand toward the still not-burned ramekins of... custard? He didn't know what the hell they were. "Cream something. I didn't manage to tackle him in time once he brought fire into the picture."

This was a blessing in disguise, since Fjord probably didn't want to smack face-first into an icy pond today.

[special_rabbit]

Those first few words were more than enough to make Amaya's brows lift, so they didn't have much room to go further up once she followed the gesture and put the scene together. Then she shook her head faintly. "Never a dull moment, I suppose," she noted. "The guitarist okay, though?"

[notallbluemonks]

"Aw, dude, the fuck?" Beau got two steps inside before she stopped short like someone had punched her and immediately flipped Tino off with both hands. "The fuck, man?"

Wasn't it nice that she didn't blame you at all, Fjord?

"'sup, Fjord," was what he got when she got to the bar. "Your fake sewers smelled better than this."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden wasn't going to argue about the smell, and she was hardly someone who could complain about the swearing, but the 'young, loud and annoying' part made her glance in Beau's direction and snort.

[notallbluemonks]

Did it? Then the effort Beau put into giving off that vibe was paying off!

She spread her hands and executed a mocking bow, looking irritatingly smug.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Yeah," Fjord replied, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling and sighing. "Tino decided to get creative with his desserts."

He nodded toward a still smoldering zombie.

"Someone didn't notice the fire until he had been set alight."

[notallbluemonks]

"Couldn't hit him with one of those cool blast things you do, huh?" Because 120-foot range, what the hell.