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Caritas, Saturday (9/27)

Things could somehow get weirder this weekend. But Jane had extended an invitation to her... doppelganger? Duplicate? To the other her here. So, here she was, cleaning the bar like it would save her from the weirdness of everything.

Tino? Unhelpful. Valkyrie? Also unhelpful, but in a different way.

"I'm not getting you popcorn for if Thor shows up," Jane scolded under her breath.

Val just laughed with her fully stolen bottle of whatever alcohol had been closest when she'd sat down. "Spoilsport."

Parents Weekend Specials
Ginger Apple Moscow Mule
Spicy Bourbon Pumpkin Smash
Maple Whiskey Sour

The bar was open, though!

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Where a zombie band played on.

Where drinks were served.

Where you can sit and relax.

Where you can hide from guests. Or with them. Either or.

I slept in SO MUCH.

Henry had let Hans wander out of his sight for exactly five minutes.

"Well, hello, oh lovely barmaid," Sir Hans Capon of Pirkstein proclaimed, as he sat his unsteady blond arse down at the bar. "I would love some of your finest wine!"

Henry was going to be very upset.

Jane blinked at being called a barmaid because it was definitely the first time for it. But awww, he reminded her of Thor back when he had to learn to not be a dick.

"Just wine?" Because they had cocktails. Which totally meant something to Hans, right? Right?

Just at no point allow him to attempt to use poetry on you, Jane.

"Your finest," Hans clarified, since apparently it needed clarifying. "None of that bottom of the barrel sludge I had this morning, please."

That morning, and that afternoon, and the night before...

Jane was assuming that meant no Boone's Farm, honestly.

"Coming right up," she said because she'd gotten used to having Val around again and this couldn't be any different than that. "It's... red."

She was a great bartender.

"Sylvan red?" Hans tried, forever hopeful. "I've been trying to get Henry to find me some decent wine all day, but all he does is ramble on about 'tele-visions' and 'dimocritics', whatever those are."

Theoretically, actually listening may have helped you answer that question, Capon.

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"Where are you from exactly?" Jane asked, really not answering if it was Sylvan red or not because it was red and the bottle looked neat. That's what she had!

"Rattay on Sasau," Hans said promptly, as if that explained it all. "I am Sir Hans Capon of Pirkstein." He leaned in. "And who may you be, beautiful barmaid?"

Please just stop.

Awww, it was adorable! And hilarious.

"Way too old for you," Jane replied dryly. "Dr. Jane Foster. But I can't say I know any of those."

She glanced over at Valkyrie who just raised her hands to signify 'don't send me your strays'.

"Oh, don't be so hard on yourself," Hans told her. "Experience is very attractive--"

This was around when the door opened and closed, revealing a harried-looking Henry.

"--in a woman, I assure you. I can appreciate an aged wine..."

"Didn't I tell you I'd go find more wine?" Henry asked, sounding very out of breath as he sat down next to Hans. "And not to go wandering around?"

Hans pulled a face. "The last time I checked, you were my page," he said. "And you can't talk to me like that. I'm a nobleman!"

Jane had had...a day. Or at least a very hard conversation.

But she really did look great in the armor. (Should she get highlights?)

"Hi," she said. "Can I get a white wine spritzer?" Heavy drinking seemed like a bad idea right now.

Jane gave Henry an infinitely more sympathetic look for that. "Can I get you something to drink?"

He very clearly needed it.

"Coming up," Jane said, giving her a sidelong glance. "And it's on me."

Because, well, they both needed these things on a weekend like this.

One of the great upsides of being Hans Capon's only friend was that Hans tended to make Henry seem sane and sympathetic by comparison. "An ale-- I mean, a beer, any beer, please," he said, flashing her a quick smile. "Thank you. And I'm sorry."

And then shot Hans a look. "Haven't we had the conversation already about how nobody here cares if you're a noble?"

"Yes," Hans said, sitting back with his own drink, totally not pouting. "And I reject the premise."

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"Thanks," Jane said with a smile. "So...bartender, huh?" Conversation with your alternate universe self, how did it work?

"Awww, poor baby," Valkyrie chimed in with her full on bottle of whiskey. Apparently the strays just got interesting enough to help out!

"Here you go," Jane said, placing a beer before Henry. "It's usually only for a few days that people get to visit."

Did that make it better or worse for Henry?

How do shoot web??

Jane laughed at that. "Well, it's not astrophysics, but the island doesn't really call for many of those."

Worse. Much worse. As... Hans... as Hans was, the man had a preternatural ability to keep Henry's mind off of worse things.

"Ah," said Henry, who didn't quite understand exactly why that gave him a sinking feeling. "Well. At least that means I don't have to worry about sobering him up any time soon." He took his beer. "Thank you."

Hans gave him a pained look. "Why would I want to be sober?" he complained. "For once I don't have Hanush breathing down my neck. I want to indulge! I want wine! Women!" Stop looking at Jane like that, Hans. "Song!"

Where drinks were served, there would be Jack Rackham. "Rum," he said, nodding.

"You can find two out of three of that here," Jane replied dryly, gesturing over at the band struggling through a performance of something that sounded vaguely like The Doors? Maybe? If you were being generous.

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