Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord was actually in a pretty decent mood as he showed up for his Caritas shift tonight, a bandage wrapped around one bicep, looking to just settle in behind the bar for a nice long evening of pouring drinks and chatting with good people.

What he got was Tino giving him a once-over, and then informing him that he was going to teach him the tried-and-true trick to a successful juggling act.

...

After they cleaned up the glass and Fjord had informed Tino he wasn't allowed to throw anything that wasn't made of plastic for the remainder of the evening, both bartenders took their places behind the bar, ready to serve the thirsty folks of the island.

Happy Friday.

[OOC: And that's it for my spam this morning! Open!]

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[1000yearstoolate]

"I need a beer more than this," Seivarden said and placed the carnation on the bar counter.

She could have paid for a beer of course, but she wouldn't want Fjord to think she wanted to keep flowers from him. Or, as she had listened to the radio, that she threw it away.

She hated that holiday. It was a good thing that it was over. Sort of. She still had flowers än a sword.

[built_fjord_tough]

"A beer it is," Fjord replied with a wry grin, reaching for the flower (tucking it behind his ear) and then for a glass. "The usual this week?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"The usual."

She needed a beer and the nice view that went with it didn't hurt.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Alright, then," Fjord replied, pouring her beer and then sliding it over to her. "That kind of day, is it?"

He was not entirely without sympathy, at least. There just wasn't much of it.

[special_rabbit]

"'Evening, Fjord." Amaya came into the bar a little later than her standard time, which of course just usually meant she'd been elbows-deep in something right up to the point where she'd noticed the time, finished something up, and headed over. Her morning had started out in an expected way, but would take took a bit of an unexpected turn. Not necessarily a bad one, but clearly one that was still a bit on her mind. "What's the good news today?"

[built_fjord_tough]

"So far, the good news is that Tino's actually worse at juggling than I am," Fjord replied, smirking faintly. "Not," he added, "that I should be bragging about that at all. Apparently some things aren't meant to be juggled."

Like warlock pact weapons.

"And yourself?" He was already reaching to pour her ale. "How goes it, Amaya?"

[special_rabbit]

"Never took to juggling much myself," Amaya admitted, with a distant, thoughtful sort of tone. "Not unless you're talking projects, but, then again, never had much of a call toward the entertainment industry, either. And it goes well enough, though I will say this: if you find yourself needing anything from the forge over the weekend, you'll want to let me know first."

Unless he wanted to unsuspectingly set off all the booby traps she'd spent the afternoon putting up.

...it had been interesting day.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Let you know first?"

Amaya. Amaya, you were getting a bit of a faintly concerned side-eye, there. He slid her ale toward her.

"You gonna be, uh, out or something?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"Amaya," Seivarden called to her, smiling and raising her glass.

[special_rabbit]

Sorry, Seivarden. You weren't about to receive the normal cheerful greeting one might come to expect out of Amaya when she was at the bar with an ale in her hand. Instead, you were going to be on the recieving end of a long, withering look and a shake of Amaya's head.

"I'm not usually one to say this," she said, "but I think you might owe me one of these drinks after today, Captain."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden immediately turned serious, and made a quick gesture to Tino to get Amaya a drink.

"What happened?"

Her concern was a little selfish too. If someone would come at her with an axe she preferred to be warned.

[biotic_psychotic]

"Fjord," Jack greeted. She held up a metal Stanley thermos in victory. It was to the credit of the thermos that the liquid inside hadn't simply melted through it. "I come bearing some really fucking good spiced cocoa."

Plopping her ass on her usual bar stool she thumped the thermos on the counter. "Bring on the whiskey!"

[warning of sp cuz I went outside and now my hands are made of aches from the cold.]

[built_fjord_tough]

"Whiskey, I've got," Fjord replied, pulling down some of the bottles they'd actually approved of last week. "Let's work our way through this, shall we?"

[biotic_psychotic]

"Might want to try some of it plain first," Jack suggested, "See if your stomach can fuckin' handle it."

[built_fjord_tough]

"I'd be surprised if it can't," Fjord replied, but made a 'hand that here' gesture to the thermos anyway. "But let's find out."

Where his wisdom stat had failed him yesterday, constitution would carry him through today.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden ignored Jack. She was going to pretend she didn't exist, something she knew quite well how to do due to her background. This had got to the point where she didn't care if Jack was crazy or mean or both, she really just wanted her to stay away,

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack of course noticed Seivarden trying to ignore her. It stank of desperation. Jack smiled, "Seivarden! Good to see you, girl! How's your week been?"

She said nothing about the nails or the flowers.

[1000yearstoolate]

She was lucky Seivarden had discovered nail polish remover.

Now she just turned her head and gave Jack the look 'whatever you want I don't care.'

[notallbluemonks]

"You owe me a beer, dude," Beau announced, flinging herself haphazardly onto a bar stool.

She did not have the carnation with her.

[built_fjord_tough]

"I owe you a beer," Fjord agreed easily. He wasn't even going to ask for the flower back. "How goes it today, Beau?"

[notallbluemonks]

"It's all right," Beau said, shrugging. Now that the initial consternation of all the unexpected flowers from yesterday had died down a bit. "Your arm doing better today?"

[built_fjord_tough]

"Still green, still attached," Fjord reported, lifting his arm and flexing just to demonstrate both, apparently. "Just needed to sleep on it, apparently."

Seriously, never underestimate the power of a long rest.

[mages_suck]

Fenris was bored so he went to visit Fjord at the bar. He nodded to Amaya, Jack, and Beau but oops didn't see you there, Seivarden, while he took a seat at the end of the bar where Beau and Jack were.

"Fjord. It's raining boredom." It was warm and sunny outside. "I need a beer, please."

[built_fjord_tough]

"Getting some rehearsing in for the next club meeting, are you?"

See Fjord. See Fjord reach to pour a beer.

A decent one, even!

[mages_suck]

"Yes," Fenris agreed, "It would be a shame if I gave my liver no warning."