Caritas, Monday

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden decided to go with an old classic:

Tonight's Special
Any kind of beer

Although in order to offer recommendations she had decided to try some of them out, and discovered that she still didn't like beer, which was going to make that hard. No, actually, she could make things up, or try to pick the right beer for the right person.

"You should make a personality test, then," Tino snorted.

"That would offer a very limited range of personalities," Seivarden said. "Considering they all have to like beer."

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[not_a_goddamn_princess]

There were bars. She'd heard about the bars. Why hadn't she been at the bars? She deserved at least a bar, singular. Margo took her gorgeous ass in her nice new dress to one of the bars like an hour after she got tired of sitting around an empty store.

Now her gorgeous ass was there, eyeing the specials board. "You got something that's not beer, right?"

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden looked up from the collection of beer bottles.

"We've got plenty of things that's not beer," she said. "I'm glad someone has good taste. What would you like?"

A new person, she guessed. She would have noticed the eyepatch and the style of dress.

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Margo prided herself on being hard to miss, thanks for noticing. Sure, she could’ve done without needing the eye patch, but it did offer drama. “Let’s start with a martini and work our way up to the good stuff, shall we?” she said, climbing onto a bar stool. “I might kill someone if I don’t blow off some steam this week.”

[1000yearstoolate]

Wasn't the eyepatch impractical? Not that Seivarden was going to ask.

"Martini," she repeated with a nod and reached for a glass.

"So, did you arrive recently on the island?"

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

It sure as fuck was more practical than walking around with your eyesocket out, smartass.

“If by ‘arrived’ you mean ‘fell on my ass straight into someone’s serial killer nightmare of an apartment’, sure,” Margo said. “Not my choice of words, I gotta tell you.”

[1000yearstoolate]

It was a lot less practical than growing the eye back, but then, Earth medicine was useless.

"Leave as fast as you can, then. If you can. I was stuck here for several years."

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“‘Fraid we're in the same prison boat," Margo said. “Or were. Did you say was?”

Come on, give her a lead.

[1000yearstoolate]

"I did manage to go home," Seivarden said, placing a martini in front of her. "Then my Fleet captain ordered me to return a year later."

She added: "I'm Seivarden Vendaai by the way. Welcome to Fandom."

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“Margo Hanson, High Queen of Fillory, nice to meet you,” Margo said brusquely, her fingers curling around the stem of her glass. She held up a single finger as a let’s pause here while she took a nice big sip.

She set the glass back down.

“How’d you get home?”

[1000yearstoolate]

"A friend of mine and her boyfriend had a portal gun."

Seivarden realised she didn't know if they still had it.

"After a few attempts they managed to open a portal to my universe. Now I'm able to go back on my own though, so that's an advantage."

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

This one actually had a way out, cool. So Margo had to be nice to him, less cool, but whatever. She’d done worse.

She nodded. “That must have been a real relief for you,” she said. “Is your friend still here?”

[1000yearstoolate]

"Perhaps," Seivarden said, not prepared to give Summer's name to strangers before asking Summer, even if Margo actually made an effort to be nice.

"So where are you from?" she continued, very obviously avoiding the question.

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Dammit.

Margo needed a little more martini in her to fortify before she went on bravely. Had to say, though, El made it better. “I’m from Earth, originally,” she said, “Los Angeles. Spent the past couple of months stuck in a magical kingdom dealing with talking animals and bumpkins.”

She looked the bartender up and down. “How about you?” she asked. “Are you from around here?”

She didn’t give a shit.

[1000yearstoolate]

"The Radch," Seivarden said. "Well, The Provisional Republic of Two Systems nowadays. You've probably never heard of it."

She noticed that look, so she added: "More civilisation, less talking animals and bumpkins."

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“Sounds like paradise,” Margo said.

Okay, she did mean that.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Also, good tea and no people eating with bare hands."

Seivarden didn't think Margo cared.

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“People getting their bare hands all over their food is a trigger for you, huh?” Margo said, tilting her head in something she hoped communicated some sympathy. “Don’t ever come to Fillory. I mean, that’s good advice any day of the week, but you really don’t want to know what those people get up to at dinner.”

[special_rabbit]

"See, now," said Amaya, grinning over at the board, "it's been a while, so now that does feel special!"

With that, Amaya took a seat at the bar. "I'll take whatever comes in the biggest bottle."

It did say any kind, right?

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden looked at the bottles, picked the biggest one and placed it in front of Amaya, along with a glass.

"I have no idea what it tastes like," she said.

[special_rabbit]

"That's alright," Amaya assured Seivarden. "The adventure of it is half the fun! And fortune favors the bold!"

And Amaya would pretty much drink anything you put in front of her, let's be honest here.

"So," she said, deciding not to comment on the fact that apparenly the pouring was up to her as she did just that, although, honestly, if there hadn't been a glass, she'd have just swigged right from the bottle, "how was your weekend?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"Not too bad," Seivarden said. "I went to the picnic and tried to avoid seeing people eat in uncivilised ways and caught up with Tisarwat and Hannibal. You?"

[special_rabbit]

"Emerged out of the shop long enough to see people eat in uncivilised ways," Amaya offered with the sort of grin that knew she was probably one of those people herself. "And then pretty much right back to it. But I think I found a solution to making sure anyone else avoids that shuriken in the wall, a rather elegant one that I hope gets me at least a fencing job or two at some point."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Removing it from the wall?"

Seivarden was quite sure that wasn't what Amaya was talking about.

[special_rabbit]

Amaya's look went a little withering at that suggestion.

"Don't be ridiculous," she said, and then, lifting her chin proudly, "I just put a fence around it!"

Obviously!

[1000yearstoolate]

"... Of course."

No comment, Amaya.

"How is the beer?"