Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

After spending Monday through Wednesday chasing a terrentatek across an unstable planet, coming home to find the island this quiet had been strangely off-putting, for Atton. He'd had a few days to get used to it by now, but still.

It'd been a while since he hadn't had a reason to run away from his own thoughts out here.

He wiped down the counters when he came in, trying to scoop up his train of thought before it thundered back to That Weekend. Any of several That Weekends, actually. "Right," he muttered, as he got to the specials board. "Time to fix this."

TONIGHT:
NAME YOUR INGREDIENT
WE'LL MAKE THE COCKTAIL

That'd work.

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Comments

[okteiviakom]

"So I guess you don't turn a drink into a cocktail just by putting a cherry or one of those weird tiny parasols in it."

Octavia hadn't actually thought that. Probably. There was something of a lightness to the way she said it, in any case, as she wandered up to the bar.

[suitably_heroic]

"It's got to have at least two, preferably three, seperate liquids in it," Atton drawled. "At least if you ask me."

[okteiviakom]

"Seems pretty restrictive." Okay, that was unmistakably full snark, at least. "So not just... orange juice and a cherry?"

[suitably_heroic]

"If what you want is the lazy man's smoothie, served up by someone who doesn't care," Atton said, rolling his eyes. "The Devil's Nest is a few blocks away."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a face. "The Devil's Nest is also obsessed with identification cards."

Not that that would've made a difference for orange juice, but she didn't actually want orange juice, either.

[suitably_heroic]

"Not for orange juice," Atton pointed out, unaware of her narrative.

[okteiviakom]

"Never said I wanted orange juice," she retorted. "I was just talking about what makes a cocktail a cocktail."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton shrugged. "I can also pour you a whiskey and put a cherry on it, but it's still just goint to be whiskey with fruit salad."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia rolled her eyes. Quietly exasperated at... something or other, and her words were half a sigh. "Just give me a beer, okay?"

Her palate was too simple for any of the fancier shit, anyway.

[suitably_heroic]

"Any particular type?" Atton asked, sounding amused, "Or should I just grab anything and put a cherry on it?"

[okteiviakom]

"Just one of the ones that don't taste like liquid garbage." Big words for a woman from a world that didn't have much aside from questionable moonshine.

There was a beat.

"And maybe the cherry."