Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

Atton had been back in Fandom for... wow, too long. His fingers were starting to itch, even without Mical's incessant calls, but who would he be if he didn't make contacting him difficult on Mical? Before you knew it, the guy would start expecting him to show up every time he called!

k, he texted Mical back.

He looked up from his phone. "Right, that's handled." Beat. Right. His job. "Anybody need any drinks?!"

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[notconflicted]

"I suppose in a way you are competing against my drink expectations," she mused. "No pressure."

[suitably_heroic]

"I mean, I'm the one who set those expectations, right?" Atton said. "How hard can it be to beat me?"

[notconflicted]

"Those do sound like famous last words," Sia pointed out.

[suitably_heroic]

"But hey, I'll die watching you get drunk."

[notconflicted]

"You are the only person in existence who would make that sound like a good thing," she said with a little smile.