Caritas, Saturday

[hatesmoststuff]

April did not have a power, but it was possible - just possible - from the way that Tino couldn't stop criticizing her clothes that he had picked one up today.

"Dude, are you screwing the girl from that clothes store now or something?" she asked finally when he started in on how boots and skirts were a precarious combination but one she managed to

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The Bar

[hatesmoststuff]

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[glacial_witch]

After a day like today, Karla needed a stiff drink. One Hell of a stiff drink. Multiple stiff drinks, in fact. And so it was off to Caritas because my other character is already macking on Bo it served minors, trying to ignore the complete and utter blankness that was her surroundings.

Karla looked at the offerings behind the bar and nodded to herself. "Whiskey, straight," she demanded. "Hold the glass."

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[hatesmoststuff]

April whistled, and passed over a bottle.

"I hope you know you ruined my dreams of making this guy spill all over himself all night," April told Karla.

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[glacial_witch]

"Don't worry," Karla muttered sourly. "I'll be making it up in entertainment value sooner than you might think."

Karla had no illusions about how this was going to work. Her only chance was to drink as much as she could as hard as she could and hope that that alcohol would knock her out before she humiliated herself too badly.

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"Flaily drunk?" April guessed, perking up a little.

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[glacial_witch]

"I wish," Karla said mournfully, taking a healthy swallow of whiskey straight from the bottle. Because she was classy like that. "Random rapping."

That wasn't going to get much more of an explanation.

"...The music, not, like, presents or something."

Well, not much more than that.

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[hatesmoststuff]

"Decent rapping?"

Because that was important.

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[glacial_witch]

AHAHAHAHAHAHA OH APRIL. NO, BABY, NO

"...I have no idea," Karla admitted. "All I know is that Doctor Dre doesn't work at the clinic. Somehow, Warren thought that was relevant."

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[hatesmoststuff]

April squinted at her. "Okay, are you like eighty and in the body of a teenager or something?"

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[glacial_witch]

Karla just sighed at her. "I am not the first person from another world that you've talked to since you arrived," she said. "I don't believe it."

Then, pointing at herself and working her way down she said, "Witch-Queen, mutant millionaire, godlike Sorceress, and her Knight. Three out of the four of us are not from around here."

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[hatesmoststuff]

"Didn't doubt it," April said, though she was used to the people from the really weird worlds coming with helpful indicators of their foreign-ness, like Jono and his face. "But do you seriously not listen to music?"

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[glacial_witch]

Which was funny, because Jono was from a version of Earth!

"There's a lot of music to listen to," Karla pointed out dryly. "Your world has almost--what? Six thousand years of it?"

Which, you know, was kind of precious. There were Dhemlan composers that had spent six thousand years of their lives creating music--and had done so long before humans in this world had climbed down from the trees.

/culturesnob

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[not_a_parakeet]

"And I'll have something twice as strong as what she's having," Warren decided, sitting down beside Karla with a sudden whump, lacking anything resembling grace or coordination. He felt like his limbs had been filled with lead. He could get totally smashed and flop around the bar if he wanted to.

He was a Worthington, damn it.

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[hatesmoststuff]

Well, either there were island shenanigans going on today or some serious drama was going on with the students. April hadn't noticed anything islandy, so she figured it was probably the former.

"Is neon-colored stuff acceptable?" Hey, when she was given free rein to serve whatever, she was going to opt for stuff that looked corrosive.

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[not_a_parakeet]

"If it looks like you could pour it on the counter and watch it melt, all the better," Warren decided. "I need something that'll actually stick."

Stupid healing factor, treating alcohol like a poison that needed to be neutralized. Made it difficult to get drunk.

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[hatesmoststuff]

Well, whatever the orange booze was in that bottle, it looked like it would do the trick. The label was also pretty intimidating, with a picture of what looked like a pirate passed out on a couch.

So.

"All yours," she said, sliding it across the bar.

Then she paused and squinted at the bottle. "That pirate look dead to you?"