Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

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."

WELCOME TO CARITAS
FIRST ALCOHOLIC DRINK FREE
IF YOU REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE
IF YOU DON'T
TRY THE LEMONADE

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

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[biotic_psychotic]

"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.

[suitably_heroic]

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