Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

If Atton had known what was going on, he'd have been relieved that it skipped him. Which would've been one thing to feel relieved about, at least.

Sure, he'd taken a shower before heading towards the bar, but he still looked... exactly like how he felt: like he'd been clobbered by a terentatek after spending at least twenty-four hours awake in a moist cave - not dirty.

... Not that anything like that had happened to him.

"Days like this would almost drive a guy to drink," he muttered while he sipped his grape juice and waited for customers.

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[notconflicted]

This particular customer was rocking some 80s spandex leggings and an oversized sweater, along with an actually-could-be-worse perm.

"Hiya, cutie, can I get- ooh, rough night?" Jenny asked, catching up to herself a second late.

[suitably_heroic]

"I defin--"

Atton looked up at her. Squinted. "...Si?"

Didn't quite feel like Si.

[notconflicted]

Not Si. At least for now.

"Sorry, What was that?"

[suitably_heroic]

"...You're not Sia, are you," Atton said, squinting at her.

[notconflicted]

"Jenny," she said brightly. "I got here yesterday. Really small town you've got here. Luckily you have bars. What's your name?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Atton, Atton Rand," Atton said, sighing and slamming back his glass of grape juice. "I know someone who looks a lot like you, don't mind me."

[notconflicted]

"Lucky her!" What, she knew she was cute. "She must come in here all the time."

[died8yearsago]

It would be a shame to have this cute little red dress and waste it on just a coffee shop, especially when the bar was right across the street from the apartment Sonia was trying to slowly steal for herself. She didn't spend a lot of time at bars, though, really; there wasn't really time for such things back home in her village in Colombia. So she wasn't really sure what to order, considering it a little but secretly hoping that the little red dress would do its job and someone might offer her a drink before she had to choose one for herself.

[suitably_heroic]

"Well, hello, miss cleavage looking for free drinks," Atton drawled.

... No, he wasn't reading her mind. You didn't need to with a dress like that.

[died8yearsago]

Sonia was definitely not expecting to be called out like that straight away, but she also couldn't exactly deny it either. Not in a dress like this. So she blushed a little and bit her lip, shrinking back perhaps a bit demurely and self=consciously now (which, really, only inadventently emphasized the cleavage, but, to her credit, she almost never wore anything like this) before asking, "Will it work?"

[suitably_heroic]

"You're about ten years too late on that one," Atton said easily. "Hope you brought cash."

[biotic_psychotic]

With an air of almost resigned curiosity, Jack went to the bar. Curious both whether Atton were in residence and whether the island had played some sort of awful swapfuckery with him. She liked the sarcastic bastard just the way he was and so help her, if the island had turned him into some sort of creepily domestic clone who designed shoes for a living or had a wife and two kids and the kind of squishy heart that would help out his troubled brother, she was going to just knock his ass out and lock him in his apartment for the weekend. There was some shit with up she would not put. He could kick her ass or whatever once he was back to normal.

It was almost with relief she took in his 'you need a week of sleep and probably a chiropractor and massage therapist' appearance. It was pretty much status quo for him these days.

And so in the spirit of that relief, she blurted the first thing to cross her brain. "Your hair looks fucking great tonight." Beat. Added brightly, "Hi. Welcome back to another wacky fuckery-filled weekend in Fandom!"

[suitably_heroic]

"She says, like I haven't voluntarily lived in this town for the past... has it been seven years?"

Atton didn't sound particularly put off.

[biotic_psychotic]

"She says, like someone been here.. Fuck, three months already? Huh," Jack mused, "Feels like I just got here."

She considered the date and made a noise in her throat, pulling out her phone to cancel class for the morrow. "It just occurred to me I'm on Earth and tomorrow's April 1. Class is cancelled. There's just no way I'm giving the island that chance."

[suitably_heroic]

"I think the island's probably had its fun, but who knows?" Atton mused.

[biotic_psychotic]

"Maybe but I don't trust it," Jack said as she sent off the email, "Even if it has, there's no guarantee the students have. Nah, I'll take the day off and avoid that mischief. If I get bored enough, maybe do some of my own."

She wouldn't get that bored.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton shrugged. "Eventually you have to learn to roll with it," he said. "Or you're going to be cancelling classes all semester."

[biotic_psychotic]

"April's Fool day only comes once a year, thank fuck," Jack said, "and the semester's nearly over. Still not sure what I'm teaching next."