Sunday Mass & After-Party (Superbowl-less Superbowl party)

[theoriginalbamf]

[ooc: I can do this every Sunday if people wish

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awww

[theoriginalbamf]

It felt good to be behind the pulpit (in this case, folding card table) again. Kurt was surprised a bit at the turn-out, but he probably shouldn't have been. It was a place of Salvation, after all.

During his Papist song and dance, he noticed Spike sitting there, practically oozing misery. Alone. Damn. Miss Bennett had been furious at finding out Kurt's heritage and his explanation must not have sufficed.

And there was guilt.

But he was brand new to his demonic heritage mattering at all unless Blackheart showed up on his doorstep wanting to be BFFs.

He hadn't seen his father in six years.

He should have been clearer to Spike. Gott, he must feel let down by Kurt's mutant explanation. He needed to try and fix it.

After Mass, he carried his plate of brownies and cookies over to where Spike stood so woefully. "Are you...all right?" He asked in a very soft whisper. He'd become an expert at speaking in a way that only someone with enhanced senses could hear. "I'm so sorry about Miss Bennett. I'll try and talk to her. The whole mutant demon thing is so complicated."

[rudolphofvamps]

He shrugged, not looking up just yet. "Not your problem, mate," he muttered, mechanically, a bit muffled by his cigarette.

[theoriginalbamf]

"Says you." Kurt said, "I sick my tail into everyone's business. But, ja, this is 'my bad'...she caught me off guard. But, if she got really mad at you. That's a good sign. She must be very fond of you. She'll come around. Trust me. I know women."

Says the priest.

"Cookie?" Kurt held out his plate, "These brownies are fantastic."

[rudolphofvamps]

He put out his cigarette on his boot, tucking it behind his ear to take a cookie. Spike never said no to a cookie.

"Doesn't matter, yeah? Drop it, Blue."

[theoriginalbamf]

"Consider it dropped." Kurt said, completely insincerely, already plotting, "Take a brownie as well." He looked around, "Want to know a secret? I didn't bless anything this time. I don't want people pocketing Communion wafers to use as projectiles and loading squirt guns with blessed wine. I feel like an arms dealer."

[rudolphofvamps]

He snorted, genuinely cheered by that. "Good show, mate. Knew there was a reason I liked you." He took a bite of his cookie, waving off the offer of another sweet.

[theoriginalbamf]

Kurt grinned impishly, "A bottle of Absinthe - unless you already nicked it - says that there's going to be a bar fight or at least a good ruckus. Two says at least someone ends up in zero."

[rudolphofvamps]

"I'll take that wager," he said with easy confidence, not that he felt it. "Nice sermon by the way." ..Not that he'd heard it.

[theoriginalbamf]

"Should I open the pub back up? What do you think, too soon?" Kurt said, already walking in that direction. "Thanks." He said with a grin, "Did you like the part about the ninjas?"

[rudolphofvamps]

"I did," he replied instantly, liking any church where ninjas were present. He followed after Kurt, a little absently, and shrugged. "Never too early for booze, mate."

[theoriginalbamf]

Kurt clapped him on the shoulder an chuckled, "I'm getting a Guinness. It's a nice dessert beer." He held up his plate of goodies, "So, I finally met the infamous Alistair. Well, talked to him. How bad is he? Ruby didn't go into details."

[rudolphofvamps]

"..Why do you think I know?" There's some blinking as he reaches for the bottle of tequila.

[theoriginalbamf]

"Not thinking. Just hoping. He seemed less than thrilled to have me about." Kurt shrugged and pulled a Guinness from the cooler. "Keeping track of people who might want to turn me into blue fuzzy car-seat covers. It seems prudent."

[rudolphofvamps]

"Right," he said, smiling tiredly. "Self-preservation, what's that?" He was now, decidedly, poking around for a lime.

[theoriginalbamf]

"Apparently something that all of us who signed on voluntarily lack." He sent his tail to the cold drawer to fetch a small plastic container of sliced limes, covered in cling film. It snaked up and offer the bowl to Spike. "At least it won't be boring."

[rudolphofvamps]

"Ta," he offered distractedly, sliding onto a barstool with his collected items. Nothing like tequila to sooth the soul, eh? "What's up with this Alistair cat, then?"