Caritas, Monday

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden knew nothing about beer, and it wasn't her drink of choice, but today there had been a delivery of all kinds of beer, some, as far as she could gather, very fancy ones. 

Tino knew about beer, but only whether it was light or dark or came in a bottle or on tap. So Seivarden decided to just arrange some bottles on the bar and write a sign:

Today's Special:
Beer

[Open and OCD-free]

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[flourish_or_perish]

"All beer?" Faye clarified, sliding onto a barstool. "What about root beer?"

She wanted something alcoholic, but she also liked trying to find loopholes.

[1000yearstoolate]

"There's a lot of it," Seivarden said, gesturing towards the bottles."

There would be no loopholes for you, Faye. After Japan Seivarden knew you well enough.

[flourish_or_perish]

"Can I have...that one?" Faye asked, closing her eyes and spinning a finger around until she pointed at a bottle of beer at random.

This was how she chose most things in life, honestly.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Of course."

Seivarden picked a bottle like the one she had pointed at from behind the bar and placed it in front of Faye along with the glass.

"I admit I have no idea what it tastes like."

[Mod the beer! :D]

[flourish_or_perish]

"Probably like beer," said she of the clearly-refined palate, reaching for the bottle to carefully pour the beer. She at least knew how to do it without it going all foamy, even if she also thought every beer tasted the same. "How's it going, Seivarden?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"Not bad," Seivarden said. "At least the recent thing the island threw at us was bearable."

Especially the kid that had showed up. She had been a lot more than bearable.

"And you?"

[flourish_or_perish]

"You mean the kids?" Faye asked, making a little face. "Or the pollen? 'Cause I wasn't a huge fan of the former."

She also had no idea that anything had been up last week, besides her being sick and uncomfortable.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Oh, I always love the kids," Seivarden said, smiling. "Most of them are completely unlikely to happen in this universe, but they have always been adorable. Did anyone show up for you?"

[flourish_or_perish]

"A little girl," Faye told her with a sigh. "I don't get along with her father, so she's quite impossible."

She was less impossible than Faye insisted.

"And she made off with my phone." Which honestly, Faye had kind of loved.

[1000yearstoolate]

"I never get along with the other parents," Seivarden said. "Apart from this one, whose other mother I didn't even know. Stealing your phone, though? Someone must have been a bad influence."

Seivarden grinned, that was mostly teasing.

[flourish_or_perish]

"It was me," Faye told her with a nod. "I'm the bad influence. Though her father's no angel, and probably put her up to it."

As though that version of Spike had somehow anticipated that their daughter would travel through time and space to visit her twenty-three year-old mother, and had prepped her for it.

Seemed likely.

[1000yearstoolate]

"So, a bad influence on children," Seivarden said with a nod. "Did you prefer the pollen, then?"

She suspected Faye had.

[flourish_or_perish]

"Much more," Faye said brightly. "Didn't you?"

Favorite week on the island so far, hands down.

[1000yearstoolate]

"That week is mostly annoying," Seivarden said.

Less so if you had someone to share it with.

"I don't need the island to drug me to have sex."

[flourish_or_perish]

"I don't either," Faye said, waving a hand. "But it helps to get everyone else on my level for awhile."

Because Faye was pretty much always ready to go; it was a matter of getting the rest of the population to keep up with her.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Your level?" Seivarden looked amused. "Good to hear you enjoyed yourself. Enjoyed the leather pants theme at Devil's Nest?"

[special_rabbit]

Well, Amaya had said she was going to try and make it around to Seivardens' bar nights more often, and she couldn't help but feel like she'd really chosen a good one, based on that special alone.

"Now there's a special I can get behind," she complimented as she found a spot at the bar. "Simple, straight-forward, to-the-point and no-nonsense! I like that kind of efficiency."

Amaya, you put spikes on practically everything and especially things that didnt' need them. But okay.

[1000yearstoolate]

"But Amaya, there are a lot of different ones to choose from."

It was as if every microbrewery within a reasonable distance had decided to send sample deliveries to Caritas.

"Do you need help choosing?"

[special_rabbit]

The fact that the special was not, in fact, just some generic-ass beer was more disappointing to Amaya than it had any right to be, and she gave Seivarden a slightly withering look over this disappointment before she sighed, shrugged, and said, "Just give me the one with the coolest label."

She would give some of those fancy beers at least that much; some of them put out some truly badass labels.

And she knew that she and Seivarden had wildly differing opinions on what made a label 'cool,' probably, but also Seivarden knew where she'd lean pretty well by now, too.

[1000yearstoolate]

It definitely wasn't the coolest label by Seivarden's standards, but she hoped it would make Amaya happy.

Seivarden placed a bottle and a glass in front of her.

"I hope that will do. I know nothing about beer."

[special_rabbit]

Amaya had come in here expecting pretty much a basic can labeled BEER, with excitement, so it would be more than fine.

If anything, Amaya certainly appreciated the familiarity of it, though she couldn't help wondering what actual hobgoblins might think of what people of this world thought made for a good beer to name after them.

She looked at the label with an amused, approving look before she supposed if it was a fancier beer than what she came in expecting, she might as well crack it open and actually use the glass as well, pouring carefully as her amused expression went into a smirk.

"And here I thought knowing something about beer was a part of the job," she teased. "Guess if anyone comes into my shop, looking for a job, not knowing the first thing about swords, I oughta hire them on, too, eh?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"I didn't know anything about flowers either," Seivarden pointed out. "At least I can now mix some drinks. Should you for some reason offer me a job I will turn it down, though."

She grinned.

[special_rabbit]

"Oh, what? You don't think you can hack it in the weapons industry, Seivarden?" asked Amaya, with a smirk that made it very clear that she would certainly be agreeing with her wholeheartedly if that was the case.

After all, this was a person who for some reason didn't think ten-year-olds shoudl have knives. Missed business opportunity, right out the gate!

[1000yearstoolate]

"I think we both agree that I can't," Seivarden said cheerfully. "You won't get any competition from me."

[special_rabbit]

"Well," said Amaya, "if you ever change your mind, just swing on by the shop. I'm sure that's nothing an hour at the forge can't fix straight away."

[1000yearstoolate]

"The forge has that kind of power?" Seivarden said with a laugh.

[special_rabbit]

"I'm not going to lie," said Amaya, tilting her head thoughtuflly as Seivarden, "you do have me a little bit curious about how long you actually could handle it. Maybe I could get a little betting pool going, make a few extra shiny bucks while we're at it."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Do you question my ability to beat at things in front of a hot fire," Seivarden said. "Or to actually be able to get any result from doing it."

[special_rabbit]

"...yes," Amaya answered, after a moment where she was definitely giving it real, deep, considerable thought, honest, before burying her smirk with a swig of her beer.

"Hey, now," she then remarked, inspecting the glass with approval, "that's not half bad."

Granted, considering some of the things Amaya would drink and be happy about drinking it, that wasn't saying too much.

[1000yearstoolate]

"I'm glad you approve," Seivarden said. "I clearly picked the right special tonight to tempt you in here."

[special_rabbit]

"I should really be swinging by a bit more often," Amaya mused over another sip. "Could probably stand to get out from behind the anvil a bit more."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Yes, you could," Seivarden said. "And I need someone who keeps me company that isn't Tino."

[superjoanjett]

Had Jessica come to Caritas on a Sunday night before? Honestly she couldn't remember. But going to the Devil's tonight made her...

Not sad. Nope. Not at all.

She just needed a different place to drink for once.

"Bourbon," she requested as she took a seat at the bar. "Bottom shelf, please."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden reached for the bottle.

"Bourbon. No beer."

She pot a glass in front of Jessica and poured her drink.

[superjoanjett]

"Right. Beer is fine but not my poison," Jessica agreed.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Not mine either," Seivarden said. "But it turned out we had a lot of it today. So, welcome to a Monday night at Caritas. Anything else I can get you?"

[superjoanjett]

Jessica slugged down the drink and gave Seivarden a smirk as she pushed the glass back. "More bourbon?"

[1000yearstoolate]

It reminded Seivarden of how she had used to drink.

With half a smile she refilled Jessica's glass.

"Celebrating something or the opposite?"

[superjoanjett]

"Monday is never a celebration. And it's not the opposite either," Jessica said with a shrug. "Just me drinking."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden smiled. "Well, it's the right place for that. Let me know when you need another one."

She suspected it was 'when' and not 'if'.

"Around here I find Mondays are usually a good day, that's when all the strange things ends."

She paused.

"Well, last Monday was bad, but the other ones I usually appreciate."