Caritas, Sunday
First thing Anders did when he got to work tonight was stake out a bottle of booze all for himself.
Well, no, okay, that was the third thing. The first thing was to duck the olive Tino chucked at him. "I'm gonna assume that one was more of a 'I'm glad you're still alive and not statue-disappeared' shot, but just this once, okay?" he said as he did the second thing, which was to put up a sign on the bar:
Free Booze for People Who Got Back and Blinkers and Rescue Mission-y People!
Jolee might kill him for this, but he figured they deserved it.
And then -- and then he staked out a bottle of ambrosia all for himself.
[OOC: I'm around, but mod Tino for speedy service if you just want to indulge in some post-BDE therapy. Also, pretend all three categories were on the sign the whole time.]
Well, no, okay, that was the third thing. The first thing was to duck the olive Tino chucked at him. "I'm gonna assume that one was more of a 'I'm glad you're still alive and not statue-disappeared' shot, but just this once, okay?" he said as he did the second thing, which was to put up a sign on the bar:
Free Booze for People Who Got Back and Blinkers and Rescue Mission-y People!
Jolee might kill him for this, but he figured they deserved it.
And then -- and then he staked out a bottle of ambrosia all for himself.
[OOC: I'm around, but mod Tino for speedy service if you just want to indulge in some post-BDE therapy. Also, pretend all three categories were on the sign the whole time.]