Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord's only real regret about working at Caritas was that generally he was expected to be on his best behavior. Fortunately, he'd gotten a lot of his anxiety about this weekend out of his system yesterday while swinging a hammer, which meant today he was just sort of flat about this whole visitors from off the island thing. Not that he was dreading meeting anybody's guests (although, yes, he sort of was that too), but the knowledge that he wouldn't have anybody here to visit him rubbed at him strangely.

It had been a while since the days he had nobody he could at least hope for a check-in from. Sure, he had friends on the island, but coming to the bar for a drink on a Friday night hardly counted as going out of their way for his sake. And he wasn't going to let himself even flirt with the thought that Vandran might come strolling through that door to clap him on the shoulder and tell him that he better be reaching to pour him a drink or something. Hell, at this point he'd even take Jester, and he'd only known Jester for a week or so before the island had grabbed him.

Ah well. Potentially serving drinks to other people's guests would have to do.

... Not yours, Tino.

[OOC: Open!]

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[magnusrushesin]

"Aww, thanks, Barold!" See, this was the bond of an adventuring party, Fjord. This right here. "If it helps, my constitution is real, real good."

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord shrugged, and then started to mix the drink.

"Near as I can figure, this curse'll probably just make it go down easier anyway."

Maybe. If Fjord was the one drinking it. He was the one who would gain a bonus on attack rolls against...

... the drink.

But then, if Magnus knocked it back within a minute, Fjord would also regain some HP, so...

Hexblades, man. He put a slice of pineapple on the rim of the drink after splashing some Sprite and pineapple juice in with the alcohol, and then, falchion dripping seawater suddenly in one hand, a twisting tendril of black magic began to curl around and through the drink. Okay, it didn't quite glow, but it had the spooky bit down. With a shrug, Fjord passed it across the bar to Magnus.

Well. It was mighty purty, anyway.

[magnusrushesin]

"Oooo!" Magnus said with an appreciative look. "Here goes nothing!"

He slammed it back, granting Fjord those sweet, sweet HPs.

"Hey, why do you look more vital?"

[liches_get_stitches]

"Good one," Barry said since Magnus didn't fall over dead or anything.

[built_fjord_tough]

Yeah, that was probably the weirdest use for that spell... ever.

And it was mildly surprising that it worked at all, considering it was intended for use on creatures. Caritas must've been in a helpful mood tonight. Or Fandom. Sometimes it was hard to tell which.

"Just does a body good, seein' a person enjoy a drink well made, I guess?"

Look, even Fjord wasn't pretending to understand how the hell that worked.

But he was holding a hand up for a high-five, if anyone wanted it.

[magnusrushesin]

Barry's cold, skeletal hand and Magnus' beefy, warm hand both went up to give him a high-five for that. Because it was just part of their core beings.