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Caritas, Friday Evening

Fjord was taking a, 'one drink for the patrons, one drink for me' approach to bartending, tonight. Why? Stupid pride, mostly. Tino might have bet him that he didn't have the constitution to pull it off.

Fjord, meanwhile, having constitution but really lacking in the wisdom department, insisted that he had the constitution to pull anything off.

And Tino had put his money where his mouth was, declaring that if Fjord could get through the night without hitting the floor, he'd take zombie-repair-duty for the next month.

Fjord couldn't pass up an opportunity like that, could he?

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Early in the evening a cat~~, a black one with white paws, despite the icon,~~ showed up, jumped up on to the bar and wrapped her tail around her legs. She stared at Fjord as if she was expecting something.

[Seivarden the cat is mostly here to unintentionally torment Fjord. Feel free to notice her but pings will be very slow.]

Fjord stared back at the cat for a long few moments.

"I'm still too fucking sober for this," he muttered to himself, taking a few steps backwards, away from the bar.

And then he sneezed.

Edited (what are names) 2019-03-01 11:57 (UTC)

The cat didn't seem to notice the sneeze and just started licking a paw. Then, after a while, she took a few steps and peered down on to the the counter behind the bar.

A paw reached down and tried to pick up a drink decoration.

"Hey, what are you doing with that? No, that's not for cats," Fjord protested. "Tino? Would you get that cat out from behind the bar?"

Tino was just standing back and looking amused. Fjord was tempted to spray him with the seltzer.

The cat obviously ignored that. She managed to flip a drink umbrella on to the bar and then pushed it around with her paw until it fell over the edge on to the floor. The cat leapt after it, flipped it across the room and disappeared chasing after it.

Fjord watched her go, squinting a little, and then, after he was pretty sure the last of the sneezing had passed, looked toward Tino.

"Thanks."

Jackass.

Amaya hadn't gotten nearly as far into her project that day as she would have liked, but there was only so much work even she could fit into one day and it was starting to get late, so she figured she'd wrap it up for now and head on over to the bar, because it was Friday, and she had a good solid respect for routine and habit.

And ale.

The bartender wasn't half so bad, either.

"'Evening, Fjord," she said, taking what was becoming a usual seat now thanks to that routine and habit. "How's the beer-slinging business been treating you today?"

"So far, I've... not so much served a cat as sneezed at the fucking thing until it left," Fjord reported, looking only faintly miserable as he resisted the urge to scratch his nose. "Beyond that, it's been a slow night. How're you doing tonight, Amaya? In looking for an ale?"

"That's the idea, anyway," said Amaya, grinning crookedly since that was pretty much the idea nearly every Friday now, but she wasn't about to walk into this place expecting anything in particular. "And I'm not doing so bad. Started up a new project I think you'll be amused to see the results of, and no cats to sneeze at. Sneezing, though?" Her head cocked to the side. "Allergies? Or you coming down with something? Because if it's the latter, I think I'd much rather just be asked to head on out politely instead of being chased off by germs."

"Allergies," Fjord muttered. "Should be better so long as the fucking cat stays gone."

Otherwise he'd have to scruff the damn thing and toss it back out. And that wouldn't be a great time for either of them.

"So long as that doesn't happen..." He shrugged, and then poured an ale for each of them. His bet with Tino was still going strong, dammit. "You've got me curious about this new project of yours."

Amaya, who considered herself exceptionally good at chasing away pesky animals (she'd almost even got patches made for the Wetzel Wolf Watch back in Daventry. Patches!), nodded in a sort of silent vow that she'd keep a corner of her eye out for any cats in the bar that evening.

It was the least she could do, really.

But the grin was back easily after her newfound dedication to the sudden position of Temporary Cat Chaser. "I will say it's thematic," she offered with a tone of conspiracy, "but that's all I'll say on it, because I think this one's best left until it's finished for the full effect."

"Well, then the suspense between now and Wednesday is going to definitely have time to build," Fjord replied, breaking into a little grin. "Thematic, you say?"

That... didn't actually narrow it down much for him. Thematic to what?

And Amaya just sat back a little, arms folded over her chest, chin lifted in a confident, defiant manner with a grin to match. "Thematic, I said," she agreed, "and, like I also said, that's all that'll be said. The rest'll just have to wait."

Just like some of the other details about the project...like how exactly anyone could even effectly use it. There were just some bridges Amaya didn't bother crossing until she got to them; made things a little more exciting that way, really.

"Well, then finding out what it is sounds like it's gonna be a real treat." Fjord chuckled and slid her ale over to her, and then reached to lift his own.

He didn't even like ale, but a bet was a bet.

"To new projects."

"To new projects!" Amaya agreed wholeheartedly, lifting that ale in a toast, in a salute, in all of the above. "And may they never cease!"

A sentiment to which she would be drinking to very deeply and enthusiastically.

Beau slouched her way into the bar a little later than usual ~~because what even was today ugh~~ and took her usual seat.

"Fjord, man," she said, eyeing Tino dubiously (was there any other way, really?), "the fuck is going on here tonight?"

"Beau," Fjord greeted, still kind of rubbing at his nose. "You missed the random fucking cat that made off with a drink umbrella, and not much else. But Tino says he'll take zombie repair duty for a month if I match all the bar patrons drink for drink tonight without hitting the floor."

So, that was eventful.

You know. If he'd sold more than one ale tonight, it might even be a challenge.

Beau snorted and stood up just so she could make a show of cracking her knuckles and flexing.

"This is my fucking moment then, isn't it?" She smacked the bar. "Keep 'em coming, and don't say I never did anything for you."

Beau. No.

Beau, that was the opposite of helping Fjord not have to do zombie repairs for a month.

Still, he gave an amused snort and reached for a glass. Then another.

"Any preference?"

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