Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

"Are we really watching people peddle up a hill for another hour?"

Grunting from the zombies. Puppy-dog eyes from Tino. A groan from Atton.

"Right, I know when I'm outnumbered," he muttered. "Hey, if anyone shows up, tell them I'm out back smoking until I smoke this sports nonsense right out of your heads."

He slammed the back door.

... he'd be back to serve people drinks.

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[notconflicted]

Sia, fully intending on ignoring last week, had figured she should come in if her time on island was limited, and was surprised to just find Tino.

And now she was questioning whether or not she actually wanted a drink from him.

Look, empresses could be snobs when they wanted to be.

[suitably_heroic]

Tino shrugged and pointed at the back door.

The zombies grumbled some as they continued to stare at the screen with the people riding around on bikes. One of them had a popcorn container on him.

It was probably best not to ask.

[notconflicted]

...Yeah, no, she was absolutely not asking.

"Thank you," she said, and rather than waiting here with that, she just went to the back door, opening it and stepping outside.

[suitably_heroic]

"Are they still watching that poodoo, or is it safe to come in?" Atton asked, plucking the cigarette out of his mouth. He was leaning against the wall.

Yeah, of course he knew it'd been her.

[notconflicted]

"If they weren't watching it, I would have waited inside," she told him, closing the door behind her. "Are you planning to spend all night back here?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Eh, I'll be back inside... sometime," Atton said. He eyed his cigarette. "Maybe after I finish this."

[notconflicted]

"No rush. The customer came to you, after all," Sia said.

[suitably_heroic]

"And that was a wise choice," Atton said frankly. "You don't want to try Tino's cocktails, trust me."

[notconflicted]

"That's what I figured." Maybe she'd been smarter than snobby about it. "So how have you been?"

She'd seen him lately, but none of it could really be considered catching up.

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack walked in and squinted at Tino. "He here?" She waved away any answer he could have given and stuck two fingers in her mouth to emit an incredibly piercing whistle before shouting, "Atton? You here?" If he wasn't, she was leaving. No way was she letting Tino so much as pour her a drink.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton pushed open the back door and yelled, "Hey, what do you think I am, some kinda housepet?"

[biotic_psychotic]

"I think you're my favorite fucking bartender and if I was stuck with Tino I'd goddamn leave," Jack yelled back cheerfully, "Who the fuck wants to look at him all night?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Why do you think I'm out here?" Atton bellowed.

Though he was at least coming back inside now.

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack snickered. "Hey, at least you get paid for it. What new cocktails are you working on? It's a cocktail kind of night."

[suitably_heroic]

"Nothing right now, I've just been trying to get away from the zombie viewing party over there," Atton said lightly. "I was thinking... pear or something, though."

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack glanced at the zombies and then squinted at whatever they were watching, immediately dismissing it as 'something too boring for words'. "No wonder," she said when she turned her attention back to him, adding cheerfully, "Pear's new."

For her, anyway. "Don't buy much fruit. Probably should since I'm on a planet."

[suitably_heroic]

"I mean, get it while it's fresh, I guess," Atton said, walking to the bar.

[hernando_fuentes]

It had been an interesting week but also a little bit worrying. Sparkle had done much talking and Hernando had a thing he wished to ask Atton.

He went to the bar and paused when he did not spot Atton behind the bar. "Is Mr. Rand here tonight?" he asked Tino politely.

[suitably_heroic]

Tino gave a bored nod and jabbed his thumb towards the back door.

He shrugged.

[hernando_fuentes]

Hernando inclined his head in thanks and headed back toward the door. Poking his head out, he spotted Atton smoking and headed through. "Good evening, Atton. Do you have a few minutes for conversation?"

[suitably_heroic]

Atton squinted at the guy and shrugged, taking a long drag of his cigarette. "Sure," he said, "It's not like I have anything better to do."

[hernando_fuentes]

Hernando couldn't get a read on him but since he appeared to be on some sort of break anyway, simply nodded. "You have lived with Sparkle for some time now, have you not?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Couple of years," Atton agreed, "Give or take."

[hernando_fuentes]

"Before his last trip to Canada?" Hernando asked quietly. There was a point to this conversation, he just wasn't certain how to phrase what he wanted to say in a manner that wouldn't make it sound accusatory so he was kind of feeling his way through history.

[suitably_heroic]

"Around that time," Atton mused. "I think he'd just gone through that whole mess and he didn't have anywhere to stay, so I basically hassled him until he moved in. Why?"