Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Thud!

"Your turn."

Fjord wasn't smirking too much as Tino, grumbling, went to stick a zombie's leg back on from the knee down. Maybe a little, sure. A success was a success, and last week's bet had been, without question, a success. And so Tino was on zombie duty for the next little while on Friday nights, which suited Fjord just fine.

There were just some bets you didn't make with a guy who had a constitution like Fjord's. Sorry not sorry, Tino.

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[special_rabbit]

Amaya's 'slightly later than usual' arrival at the bar was quickly becoming 'actually about when she showed up,' which was fine by her, because that meant she'd been keeping herself busy enough that she'd lost track of the time. And it was a well-established fact that keeping yourself busy enough to lose track of time just made swinging by the bar at the end of the day all the better.

Especially when that day was Friday.

"'Evening, Fjord, settling into that other easy routine with that grin of pleased exhaustion, leaning a bit on the bar. "What's the good news?"

[built_fjord_tough]

"Good news so far is Tino's on zombie duty," Fjord reported, smirking a little. He'd take his small victories. "Besides that, not a whole hell of a lot, I'm afraid. Means I need to get out more and start looking for trouble, maybe. And you? Working on that throwing star, still?"

[special_rabbit]

"Well," Amaya mused, grinning back, and even the exhaustion from work couldn't seem to dim a certain eager brightness in her eyes, "you never seem to have any trouble finding it when you do go looking for it, but I think we might be able to make some for the local wildlife. Because I have been working on that throwing star, and I think she's pretty near ready, after all the work I've gotten into her today and yesterday."

[built_fjord_tough]

"Oh, yeah?" Fjord's smirk grew into a grin and he slapped a hand against his knee. "Well, slop dolly that is good news."

Fjord, what even were the things that came from your mouth sometimes.

"So, when would you be looking to take it for a test run, then?"

[special_rabbit]

Though to a woman who consisted heavily on a rotating diet of zounds, zards, and snutes, that almost sounded like something she'd wish was a part of her own repertoire.

"I'm thinking," Amaya folded her arms and leaning back a little with a particularly satisfied smirk for a reaction like that, "whatever might suit you best. You're the one with the three jobs, after all."

Said the woman with only two.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Well in that case," Fjord replied, grinning, "I happen to be free all weekend. Monday's good. Thursday's good. Tuesday afternoon when I'm done herding the little menaces around the danger shop..."

[special_rabbit]

Grinning a little with hardly any sympathy for said herding, Amaya took the options into careful consideration. The temptation to just jump right into it tomorrow was pretty strong, buuuut...

"Monday, perhaps, then," she proposed. "Will give me the weekend to maybe add any final touches,"--spikes. That probably meant spikes--, "and for this weather to maybe sort itself out a bit."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Amaya!"

Seivarden placed four beers in front of her.

"Two each to start with."

[special_rabbit]

Amaya had been expecting Seivarden to be buying her a drink tonight, since she'd said she'd be doing as much, but to have four set in front of her just like that was a heck of a way to start. Especially since, in the brief moment between them being set down and them being explain, she half-wondered if they were all for her and Seivarden was just getting them out of the way in one fell swoop.

"Captain," she greeted her with a nod before laughing a little in regards to the glasses in front of them. "Why two to start?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"Why not?" Seivarden said cheerfully. "Unless you only want one."

[special_rabbit]

"Oh, no," Amaya assured her, "I'll be happy to put down two, probably more. I just don't see what's the point in rushing through it all when the day's been long and the company's good. Unless you've got someplace to be?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"No place to be," Seivarden said. "Well, not until the squirrels wake me up tomorrow morning. I didn't mean to rush you."

[special_rabbit]

Amwaya shrugged a little, grinning faintly as she held out her hands, palms facing toward her, considering them a moment before considering the beers. "Got two hands," she said, "two beers. One for each, I guess."

Although she did only go for the one for now, lifting it up in a toast. "Cheers, then," she said. "And thanks. Although you really didn't have to."

She would not be inclined to say no, though.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden could have ordered drinks from Tino, but she wanted to at least see if Fjord was still annoyed.

"Evening. I'll have four beers."

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord would forever be annoyed.

But he could be annoyed and civil at the same time, and on the surface, civil tended to look an awful lot like 'fine.'

"Four? Planning on doing a lot of drinking tonight, are you?"

He was reaching for the glasses already, anyway.

[1000yearstoolate]

"I owe Amaya a few drinks," Seivarden clarified.

Fjord might be annoyed or annoying, he still had nice arms, and she wasn't going to just look away.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Apparently so," Fjord replied, setting the first two down in front of her and returning to pour two more.

He was ignoring the hell out of that ogling. Or, at least, being well aware of it, but keeping his annoyance to himself.

"Hoping to get those all out of the way at once, were you?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"Two each is a good way to start, isn't it?"

Fjord had been drinking with Seivarden after all.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Hit the gate running, hm?" Fjord shrugged those (still very nice) shoulders and set the next two beers down with the two that game before. "Might as well, I suppose."

[biotic_psychotic]

After she'd had a chat with Kanan, Jack went to the bar because hell knew she needed a very large ..bottle. Bottle of whiskey.

This was a bad plan and she knew from bad plans.

"I'm being responsible," Jack announced to Fjord, "I will have a whiskey, double, and not order an entire bottle right now." She plunked her ass down on a bar stool and said, "Hi, Fjord. How's your fuckin' night going?"

[built_fjord_tough]

"Whiskey, double," Fjord echoed, "we'll negotiate the rest of the bottle as we go." He lifted his chin to her in a nod. "So far, so good. That'll remain to be seen, I'm sure. Yours?"

[biotic_psychotic]

"Better once I've poured enough whiskey into me to pickle my liver," Jack said firmly, nodding back at him the same way. "Not the best, could be worse. I could have to work with Tino."

Still didn't like Tino.

[built_fjord_tough]

"See, there's already one thing you've got going for you," Fjord offered, pulling down the bottle and grabbing a glass. "You only have to deal with Tino once a week, and always when you've got another option standing at the bar."

[biotic_psychotic]

"Twice," Jack corrected him, "I come in Sundays too." A tiny scowl. "When Atton's here. He's not here, you're not here, I don't bother. I do not let Tino mix my drinks."

Because he was an asshole and she didn't trust him.

"I'd come in Wednesdays but I'm over at the Devil's Nest and Tuesdays it's just too damn busy in here."

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord briefly glanced around at the crowd. Friday night, he'd been under the impression that it was the busiest night at the bar. But he didn't point that out. He was kind of flattered she was willing to overlook it, in that case.

"Between you and me? Wednesdays are... swing an' a miss. You might have okay luck with the Wednesday bartender, though. You don't do beer and you..." Weren't green. "... aren't the sort to get too riled up by bullshit."