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Caritas, Friday Evening

Well, Fjord had made it in to work today just fine, at least. Didn't have to swim or get his ass stuck in a window in order to do it, either. He'd consider that a win.

What he wasn't considering a win, of course, was the fact that every bottle he picked up turned into some variation of Nuka-Cola. Hell, if he picked up a Nuka-Cola, it turned into a different Nuka-Cola. Seemingly at random, too, so if anybody wanted, say, cherry, he'd have to just keep trying until he got it right.

At least whatever was on tap was... more or less right.

Well. As right as it got in this place they'd wound up in, anyway.

... He maintained that this was okay entirely because of the window thing, though.

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So, between picking through salvagable scrap yesterday and spending the better part of today either working at the forge or thinking of new and clever and perhaps a bit disturbing methods of dissuading gremlins from doing what gremlins apparently did best (up to and including another Crumbler prototype, this one distinctly gremlin sized), Amaya had had the opportunity to get a little space between herself and Wednesday. It hadn't escaped her notice, either (though not until much later), that she'd even managed to get out a word like sorry without even gagging on it a little, and that was definitely something.

She didn't know what; she didn't care to know what, but she knew it was something, and that meant it was probably worth getting on top of the whole putting it far, far, far behind her thing, just as she had with a few of those other real, big, awkward pieces...

She didn't much like the idea of what it might suggest if she'd skipped out on tonight, anyway, especially after yesterday, and so resolutely, once she got so itchy about putting it off as long as she could that she couldn't manage to focus on anything else, she came in, settling as easily as she could manage into her usual spot.

"Evening, Fjord," she said, trying to keep the lingering need to apologize out of her faint grin as best she could. "Nice to be able to use the door getting in here again, isn't it?"

Fjord had actually been wondering if Amaya would show, tonight. Maybe he wasn't the most insightful guy on the island, but even he could tell when someone was avoiding him. And in light of the whole 'taking her home and stuffing her into a closet' thing, he couldn't much blame her, either.

... Look, see above Re: Not The Most Insightful.

"Amaya," he greeted with his usual nod, though his answering grin was a bit wry. "Can't complain about doors, you got that right. The usual? Or as close as it gets right now?"

You might have to settle for a Nuka Dark, Amaya.

Well, now, that was enough to tilt Amaya's head and push other things comfortably out of her brain for a while.

"As close as it gets right now sounds mighty interesting," she said, in the tone of a person who might actually be disappointed if she managed to get her usual now. Especially since the particular quirks of this bar had served her fairly well in the past. "What seems to be the oddity of the evening this time?"

Fjord actually snorted a little in amusement at that.

"A pain in the ass one that hates bottles tonight," he shared, reaching to pick up a cheap bottle of Nuka-Cola, only to end up with a handful of Nuka-Cola Wild instead. He set that down again, picked it up, and then it was orange. Another attempt, and he wound up with quantum. That one earned a grimace as he set it back down. The contents of the bottle were glowing blue, after all.

It was almost like a traveling entertainer's magic show, really, all those little subtle switches in the bottle and the labels and the color of the liquid inside. "Soda-pop roulette!" she noted. "You never know what you're going to get!"

And, experimentally, because she really couldn't help herself in the face of an experiment, simple as it was, she reached out to pick up the glowing blue bottle to see if it would change for her or if it was, once again, a bartender- (or even just a Fjord-) specific trick.

For her, anyway, the bottle remained blue and glowing.

"Huh," she said, as she set it back down and considered that she hadn't come across anything in her life that was blue, bottled, and glowing that wound up to be a good thing once you drank it. Too many untrustworthy potion dealers in her neck of the woods for that.

"I'll take my chances with the ale," she decided, even if she had enjoyed the ones at movie night.

"Probably a solid choice, there," Fjord decided, smiling wryly as he reached for her usual mug. It was a little rougher around the edges, the handle was chipped, but a mug was a mug, and now it was being filled up for her. "Tino drank some of that glowin' one and he's been goin' on for the past hour about how his piss glowed after a trip to the restroom."

You're welcome, Amaya.

You know, Amaya came in here tonight with full acceptance of the fact that she might end up regretting it, but that was not the way she'd expected to get there.

"....are we sure that even has to do with the soda?" she asked, after a moment of looking faintly betrayed that you would curse her with information like that, Fjord.

But, at the same time, no one should be expected to have to bear that burden alone, either.

It wasn't even intended as revenge for all the grabbing at his chest she'd done the other day, either!

"... Point," he allowed, looking speculatively at Tino. "I still ain't drinkin' the stuff to find out."

"Smart move," said Amaya with an agreeing nod and an appreciative lift of her own drink before taking a much needed (albeit, admittedly, a bit tentative) swig.

And then another the help her mull over something else that was sitting on the edge of her mind. It wasn't helping, really, to push her toward a decision one way or the other, but it was good to have something to at least sip on while she maybe thought of something else to say.

"I've got my moments," Fjord replied, smiling crookedly and picking up the bottle again. This time it turned into a Nuka Dark, which meant he was keeping it in hand and grabbing for a glass, popping the cap with his thumbnail and pouring it for himself before it could try any funny business.

... It looked a bit like tar.

He'd take it.

"Occasionally."

Amaya was eyeing that nice glass of maybe-tar a bit dubiously, herself, but, hey, she wasn't the one drinking it. More power to Fjord for trying, though, if he felt so inclined, and props on the boldness.

And, well, if she was going to go around, thinking of boldness...

"I think," she offered, "maybe sometime when the drinks around here are a little more...sorted out, I might owe you a few of 'em."

Pause.

"Because of..." She waved a hand. "Things."

One thing she figured she could depend on Fjord for was not exactly needed for her to elaborate on that one.

"Because of things," Fjord echoed, a little bit at a loss. His brow furrowed slightly, and then he noted, "It's my own damn fault, you know. You asked how I was at takin' gremlin measurements and I tapped out, Amaya. If anyone owes anybody a drink here, it's me."

Amaya opened her mouth to argue that point, stopped, then closed her mouth as she found herself stuck between wanting to argue the point and not wanting to talk about it. So then her brow furrowed a little, too, as she tried to figure that one out.

"If you'd've done it," she decided, "then there's a good chance it'd've been you getting bit and ending up trying to slink all over me. And I think, between the two of us, you're clearly going to have a much easier time stuffing me safely in a closet than vice versa."

That was an excellent point. Provided there was any guarantee the venom would affect him the same way it did her.

... But let's be real, Fjord would absolutely fail that wisdom saving throw.

And so he just sort of cleared his throat, and nodded, and took a swig of that dubiously bubbly alcoholic beverage.

And coughed.

Well. That was definitely a drink.

"So it, ah, worked out about as well as it possibly could've, no need to worry about it too much?"

And that was an excellent point, as well.

Amaya's face winced a bit in sympathy at Fjord's reaction to the drink--but he had tried it, right? That was something--before finding a faint, wry, soft sort of smile, and she nodded.

"No need to worry about it too much," she agreed, lifting her own mug for another drink. "...Just thought I'd offer."

And she'd managed to get out anything she felt she...needed to say about it, albeit in pieces, so then she supposed...she hoped...that got that nicely squared away, then.

Fjord nodded a little.

"Well, then whenever you're feelin' like it, I wouldn't turn you down," he decided. And with that, he absolutely considered them square.

Well. He still didn't figure she owned him anything. But for the sake of this conversation? Square.

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