Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord came in to Caritas and settled behind the bar for his evening shift.

Tino just looked at him and nodded once, gravely.

...

Fjord squinted at him.

Tino shrugged.

Fjord shrugged back.

Sure. It was going to be a normal evening, then.

[OOC: They can't all have pasta, I guess. Open!]

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[1000yearstoolate]

At least it was normal now for Seivarden to show up on Fridays? Because she did, and walked over to her usual spot by the bar.

"Evening," she said to Fjord, then glanced around. "What's happening tonight?"

[built_fjord_tough]

"Well," Fjord drawled, "so far tonight I came in and I stepped behind the bar."

... Full stop.

[1000yearstoolate]

"So it's a quiet night," Seivarden concluded, slipping on to a stool. "I'll have a beer. And apologies for last week, I didn't want you to get involved in that."

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord gave his shoulder a shrug.

"Doesn't matter to me either way," he replied. "Someone pays for a beer, I serve a beer. That's what I'm here for."

Case in point, the way he was pouring a beer now.

[1000yearstoolate]

"I hope she doesn't show up and insist on it again," Seivarden said, just throwing a brief glance at the beer being poured. "Anyway, how has your week been?"

[built_fjord_tough]

"Jack will be Jack," Fjord replied with a dismissive shrug. "Free beer's free beer."

Though, perhaps, pride had something to do with it, too.

"My week's been uneventful. My class went well, all things considered. Work's been decent enough at the Forge. Yours?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"The same. A bit boring. I went to the onsen. To the gym handwavily."

She looked at Fjord.

"I suppose I shouldn't complain." She was perfectly able to complain.

[biotic_psychotic]

Ask and ye shall receive. Jack sauntered in, gave Seivarden a bright and sunny smile before plopping her ass down on a bar stool and turning her attention to Fjord.

"Oh good. It must be Friday if you're here. Can I get a whiskey please? It's been that kind of week. How've you been, Fjord?"

[built_fjord_tough]

"That kind of week, hm?" Fjord looked faintly sympathetic as he poured her a whiskey. "Hopefully not for your nose this time around. I'm doing fine, myself. Why's your week been so off, mind if I ask?"

[biotic_psychotic]

"Wednesday went fucking missing," Jack glowered. "I went to bed Tuesday and woke up Thursday and I wasn't even drinking on Tuesday. This fucking island, I swear."

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord paused at that. Blinked.

"... Huh." A beat. "Maybe your Wednesday went wherever the fuck it is mine went the other week."

[biotic_psychotic]

"Seriously?" Jack scowled and took an unhealthily large drink. "What the fuck is up with that bullshit, Wednesdays just taking a goddamn powder and fucking off out of the week? That shit is not cool. It's messed my entire fucking schedule up."

[built_fjord_tough]

"Yours and mine both," Fjord sighed, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "I look forward to my forge shifts. Where the hell else can I spend a day beating the shit out of things with a hammer and have people consider it honest work?"

[biotic_psychotic]

"I started doing some barback shit at the Devil's Nest," Jack bobbed her head in a nod, "Where else do I get to terrify DJ's into pissing themselves and get paid for it?"

She took another drink. "You talk to your roommate about Valentine's day sword fun yet?"

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden didn't see that smile. She pointedly didn't see that smile. Actually, she pretended Jack wasn't there at all.

[biotic_psychotic]

Oh, didn't you?

"Seivarden!" Jack called cheerfully and loudly enough that people on the mainland probably heard her, "Friendo! How the hell are you?"

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden closed her eyes, buried her face in her hands, and hoped Jack would just go away. She wasn't getting her hopes up though.

[biotic_psychotic]

She absolutely was not going away. Jack simply became more cheerful. "You having a good week, buddy?"

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden stared down into her beer. "Why are you talking to me? Can't you just..." she gestured with a gloved hand "...go somewhere else."

[special_rabbit]

"'Evening, Fjord," said Amaya, giving the place a cursory glance on her way to the bar, a little surprised, but not unpleasantly so, to discover that everything seemed pretty business as usual.

Which...wasn't so usual, but still.

"How's the day been treatin' you?"

[built_fjord_tough]

"No complaints thus far," Fjord replied, shrugging. "No random food either, though. And here I'd been hoping for a free meal."

Couldn't win 'em all, Fjordie.

[special_rabbit]

"I'll admit," said Amaya, "it does rather give a person something to look forward to, wondering what mysterious foods to force onto sticks might be waiting, but I guess I'll just have to be content with ale and the company this time around."

[built_fjord_tough]

"Ale and company, and there's nothing stopping us from placing another order," Fjord replied. "My treat this time, really."

He was going to keep trying, dammit.

[special_rabbit]

"Well, don't go doing it just on my account," said Amaya, who knew full well that she'd had a busy and productive day and that that usually meant her stomach would be joining in on the conversation if they kept it up much longer. "But I'll state, for the record, that I wouldn't be opposed to the idea, either."

He was probably going to keep trying, after all, dammit.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Well, I happen to be a little peckish myself," Fjord mused, scratching his chin. "Where was it you ordered that food from the last time?"