Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

"Don't fuckin' talk to me," Fjord had growled to Tino immediately after setting foot in the bar tonight for his shift. "Not in the mood."

Well. Definitely in a mood. But not that mood. Whatever mood Tino was expecting him to be in. Fjord's mood was decidedly more volatile, a mix of pollen and an ugly start to the week just rolling downhill and picking up speed this morning when, after another dream of glowing eyes that had informed him they were WATCHING and had told him to CONSUME, that there would be a REWARD for doing so, he'd woken up drowning all over again.

So.

That was where Fjord was at today. Tense and more than a little aggro, but he was here at work, because the alternative was at home going out of his mind. Besides, there was some kind of school thing going on tonight that he'd recused himself of on account of not wanting to conduct himself poorly at a school function. How busy could the bar possibly get?

[OOC: Whoooo knooooooows?]

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[1000yearstoolate]

Some part of Seivarden knew this was a bad idea, but she'd spent a few days frustrated, and ended up thinking about how the only ones who could have sent her that sword was Fjord or Fenris.

And what better way than to ask Fjord straight out?

Possibly a few better ways, especially this week, but here she was, walking through the door, despite having told herself not to show up on Fridays anymore.

[built_fjord_tough]

Oh, Seivarden. This was not a good day for this conversation. It was, in fact, probably not a good day for any conversation. Not with this particular half-orc, at any rate.

Fjord did look up, at least, when Seivarden came in. And then made a point of grunting, reaching for a rag, and cleaning out one of the bar glasses.

Very enthusiastically cleaning out a bar glass.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden took a seat at her usual bar stool and fixed her eyes on Fjord, with less appreciation than usual.

"I'll have a beer."

This was absolutely not adressed to Tino.

[built_fjord_tough]

Funny how, low wisdom stat and all, Fjord managed to realize that this was already headed nowhere good. He blew out a short little breath, reached for a glass - actually clean, he had pride in his work damn it - and topped it off.

"Beer."

You're welcome.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden made an effort not to look at Fjord's arms as he poured it, for her own sake, not Fjord's.

She took a sip from the glass, then said: "Good week?"

[whatdattonguedotho]

Well, Eddie was getting through this week by eating far, far too much food and aggressively fighting down the urge to rip heads off.

Which wasn't even his urge, damn it.

HUNGRY, EDDIE.

"I know," Eddie snapped, taking a seat at the bar. "I know. Do you have anything edible back there?"

The last part was really the only thing aimed at Fjord. Sorry, bud.

[built_fjord_tough]

"We got beer nuts," Fjord replied, a little more gruffly than usual, hiking up a shoulder in a shrug. "Other'n that, we can get Tino to cook something - I don't suggest it - or we can order delivery for you while you drink. Got a preference?"

[whatdattonguedotho]

"Anything high protein is good," Eddie said, making a face as Venom did this weird thing about trying to take over because of A Threat. But it was just the bar.

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord's brow quirked a little, but he shrugged at that, reaching behind the bar to pull out a bowl, and then topping that sucker off with peanuts and sliding it toward him.

"We got drinks, too," he added, somewhere between amusement and that ever-present state of annoyed that had settled in somewhere around Monday. "You lookin' for drinks or just company for the night?"

... Oh, that hadn't come out right at all.

[whatdattonguedotho]

WE HAVE COMPANY. TELL HIM, EDDIE. TELL HIM.

"Just the drink," Eddie said, pulling the bowl of nuts close to his chest to compulsively eat. Which wasn't suggestive either.

Because no one needed to be traumatized by his goo-friend just because he was horny.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was maybe a couple of beers in when things started getting a little aggressive, what with both Ford and Fenris trying to take swings at Seivarden and then getting teleported out of the bar.

It seemed like as good an idea as any to ask Eddie, "What d'you think that's all about?"

[whatdattonguedotho]

"Hormones," Eddie replied, hoarding his nuts closer. All to keep you safe, Octavia. Because you seemed nice. Weird... world stuff aside.

[okteiviakom]

Yeah, so, nothing Octavia was doing was actually doing much to how she was feeling except in the most temporary of fashions. So tonight, she was finally considering giving into one of the secondary urges she'd had throughout the week, which was to get drunk enough to either make bad decisions, or to pass out, or both.

Her fingers tapped anxiously against the edge of the bar without her even really realizing it.

"Just -- beer. Thanks."

[built_fjord_tough]

Busy bar night. Mostly not even Friday regulars. Interesting change of pace this week, which Fjord noted, and then nodded, just... resigning himself to it. So long as nobody grated his nerves too much today, it'd be great. No big deal.

"Bottle or tap?"

Actually more words than he wanted to say today, but here he was, at work, as a bartender. Communication was actually important or something.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia and words weren't mixing well right now, either.

"Doesn't matter."

Alcohol was alcohol, right? Right.

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord shrugged and grabbed a mug, topping that off with beer and sliding it her way.

It was closer.

"Don't like that one, we can try another after. Whatever."

He was easy.

[okteiviakom]

Ba-dum tshh.

Octavia accepted the mug a little too gratefully, really. Or greedily. Snorted, too. "If it's gonna get me drunk, it's just fine."

[mages_suck]

Fenris walked in and his already bad mood plummeted when he saw the look on Fjord's face.

"You," he snapped at Fjord, "need whiskey. I need whiskey. Do the bartender thing. I'm buying."

[built_fjord_tough]

"Whiskey," Fjord muttered, reaching for the bottle and two glasses and pouring.

Pouring a lot.

"Whiskey, I can do. Hey, Fenris."

[mages_suck]

"Hi," Fenris said shortly, picking up his whiskey and downing most of it in a series of gulping swallows before pushing it back for more. He eyed Fjord. "You holding up?" He didn't look it. He'd started the day puking sea water everywhere again which didn't put him in the best of moods on a regular week.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Haven't killed anyone yet, but the night is still young," Fjord replied. "Takin' bets on whether it'll be Tino or Seivarden, first."

[2_old_for_this]

Peter...probably should get out more than he did, but he was making an extra effort tonight. He knew it was Fjord's night to bartend, and he felt he owed him as much apology and friendly face as he could give.

So, here he was, waving at Fjord a little awkwardly.

[built_fjord_tough]

And Fjord was managing a stoic sort of nod. Super stoic. Damn near uptight, really.

"Peter."

Little more gruff than usual. This week wasn't playing nicely with him at all.

[2_old_for_this]

"Fjord. Hi." Peter looked him over, concerned. "Are you doing okay?"

[built_fjord_tough]

"Nope," Fjord replied. "But I'm here. Figure that earns me some good fuckin' karma or somethin' today."

Because that was what he was super worried about. Karma.