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Caritas, Sunday

Well, it looked like it was one of those weekends.

Atton walked past the zombies and tossed his jacket onto the counter. "Right," he said. "Someone get me the specials board."

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"Guess this is not going to be a cocktail night."

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Was she absolutely heading to the bar the second she'd tagged out of whatever she'd been tagged into? Hell. Yes.

"Make my night. Tell me Tino forgot who he is and he's not here."

Hi Atton.

"That's got to be the easiest night I've ever made," Atton said lightly, walking down to the counter. "What'll it be, Jack?"

"Feels like a Sun Also Rises kind of goddamn day, if you've got the shit and feel like mixing it," Jack suggested, "Otherwise.. surprise me with something both sweet and burny? How was your trip?"

"Never took you for a prosecco kind of girl, but I can make that work," Atton drawled, turning around to go through the bar's collection of liquor. "And it was fine. I only lost a weekend to kolto this go-around."

"What kind of girl did you take me for, Atton?" Jack grinned at him, "Cuz I kinda wanna hear what you think my cocktail should be."

She frowned at the unfamiliar word. "The fuck's kolto?"

She was about to be unhappy.

"Something with whiskey in it? Or just straight-up scotch," Atton said. "... Your drink, I mean. Kolto's just healing fluid."

"Hey, why mess with the classics," she said absently because she was more focused on that whole next thing. "You spent a weekend in it? What'd they hit you with?"

Jack wasn't going to ask if he was ok. If he was here, Atton thought he was ok. A weekend just sounded like a long time for that. Medigel took minutes.

"Just a small case of abdominal... shrapnel... thing," Atton said, hoping she'd get distracted by the bottle of prosecco he was slapping down on the bar.

Abdominal wounds were the worst but he was upright and moving and not turning fun shades of grey and puking or doubling over in pain so she assumed kolto knew its shit.

"Scars are hot," was all she said about it. "Do you want to thrill me with tales of your dashing heroism or is this the kind of shit not worth the story?"

She actually meant that dashing heroism part. You didn't catch shrapnel from hiding.

Joke was on her: Atton was extremely uncomfortable telling actual tales of dashing heroism. Bragging about how heroically handsome he was, yes. Admit to actual deeds of heroism, not so much.

"Eh, you know how it goes," he said. "One week it's getting kicked in the head, another week it's people throwing explosives at you."

He snagged a champagne flute and poured in a healthy helping of prosecco.

She'd figured he'd come up with outrageous lies. After all it's what she would have done. The actual stories were dark and not at all fun. They never were.

"And then you wreck the shit out of them so they can't do it again," Jack agreed. Paused. "Unless this was another diplomatic thing where you had to play nice. That shit sounds boring as hell. Bet you're glad to be back here."

Atton bustled around, getting all the ingredients for the drink she'd originally ordered. "Nah, skulls got busted," he said. "Just not too bad, or Mical gets a heart attack."

Took her a second to place the name, "Ah. Right. Forgot you had your own blonde version of a joy thief."

Jack watched him do his bartender thing for a minute and changed the subject. "You used to teach here, right? What are these fucking field trips like? Am I going to be as bored as I think I am?"

"Depends," Atton said brightly. "Could be hanging out on a tropical island for a week, could be dragons."

Jack perked up for a second and then deflated. "It's another island on this planet. Not much fucking hope for dragons."

Jack had obviously never been on a field trip with this school. It was possibly good there was not much hope for dragons. She would Hagrid all over one.

"Ah well, fuck it. Maybe one of the volcanic things'll be active. There are worse things in the fucking world than a week of leisure and good hotels." She said, morosely, verbally reminding herself.

Atton shrugged. "You could even be kidnapped and dragged back into this planet's history halfway through," he said. "I mean, you're going to want to pack backup stuff."

Jack snorted a small laugh, "Always do. Though my regular backup punked right the fuck out on this." She smiled wryly, "Interested in going to Iceland?"

Might've sounded like she was kidding.

Might have.

"I mean, I appreciate the invite, but I have a lot of important getting shot at to be done that week, if Mical's to be believed," Atton said. "Ah, school trips, I miss being able to say I had important teachering to do."

Or, you know, he didn't want to run the risk of Sia hearing radio and getting hurt. But he didn't think he and Jack were on 'so I'm a colossal screw-up who wrecked the best thing that could've happened to me because I'm too messed up to deal with the idea' sharing terms yet.

... but that wasn't something she should take personally, as he wasn't on those kinds of sharing terms with anybody and had no plans to be.

They'd met a handful of times. She was not going to take it personally if he didn't want to go to a foreign country with someone who for all he knew was a serial killer.

Which, technically.. Nevermind.

"Eh. Getting shot at is probably more fun," Jack allowed. "I'll figure it out. I'd have sat it out but some of my kids are going." It also sounded like it might be fun but that wasn't getting mentioned.

Maybe if she pointed out to Kaidan that he was making her go to a different entire country without any sort of backup. Hm.

"They usually do," Atton said, shrugging. "I mean, free vacation."

Did you still count as a serial killer if you stopped serial killing?

"Most of 'em don't pass as human," Jack said mildly.

Which was why she was going. She wasn't sure the school took little things like that into account and she was a walking human skin filled with trust issues. Jack was going and god help the first person to say a single fucking negative thing to any of her kids.

It probably only stopped counting when you stopped being willing to be a serial killer. Jack hadn't quite reached that point. If the choice was dealing with a heartbroken, bigot-damaged student or cheerfully killing some bigot asshole who couldn't keep their damn mouth shut?

Not a choice.

Which, she tried not to grimace, is why she was going to have to bring the big dumb squish asshole after all.

Atton shrugged. "Give them a hat and say there's a cosplay convention," he said. "Humans are crap in any galaxy."

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