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WHO: Fenris and anyone
WHERE: Fighting ring and various places
WHEN: Late Jan into Feb
WHAT: catch all for the month
NOTES OR WARNINGS: mentions of slavery and abuse likely, will add more as needed!

General catch all for the month! If you want a personalized starter or something please let me know (

nicknacked) and I'll add one!

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[The only reason Fenris actually goes through the trouble of picking a bar instead of wandering into someplace randomly, and why he doesn't attempt to swipe a bottle and go drink elsewhere, is because Kyna works here. Not that he'll say that out loud, but she's familiar by now and their friendship is comforting. But if she asks he'll deny it completely.

Either way, he can be found having a drink that he randomly pointed at on the menu because he wasn't about to go through the trouble of figuring out these strange and foreign drinks, or their ridiculous names. It's bad enough that he can't read but he's unfamiliarity with literally everything is really annoying. Luckily he ended up with something decent.

He spends most of his time at the corner of the bar where he (thinks) he'll be least likely to be bothered, drinking with a sour expression on his face because that's just how he looks. That doesn't mean he isn't receptive to conversation, it's just instinctive for him to go sit in a dark corner and brood, is all.]

[ It's a quiet time at the bar and Cass has noticed the grumpy man before, who points to things at random on the menu and doesn't seem to know (or possibly care) what he's gotten as a result.

Normally she'd just keep watching him but she's curious and comfortable, which means that she approaches his dark little corner after a moment. ]

What kind of alcohol do you like? [ She asks, signing with her hands. ] Other than strong. [ Seems to be what most people like about it, honestly. ]

[He halts his drink as it's right to his lips, glancing over when the seat beside him is finally occupied. He can't understand what she's signing until the translator fills in the gaps, but his hesitance to reply comes from being approached in the dark corner he situated himself in thinking no one in their right mind would approach him. He seems to get over it fairly quickly, however.]

I prefer wine.

[The drink he has is clearly not wine. It's..too bright. Pink, really. And sweet. But he's not being overly picky right now, and didn't want to waste too much time trying to get it right. He just wanted a drink.]

Okay, [ she signs as she stands, quirking an eyebrow at the drink in front of him because...that's a lot of things, sir, but none of them are wine ]. I'll be right back.

[ It's her job, as a bartender (as far as she understands it) to get to know people. Learn to anticipate what they might want to drink and suggest things that widen their horizons. The pinkish sweetness in front of the man in the dark corner is not that, not by a long shot.

So. She takes a moment to run through descriptions she'd been given of their wine and comes back with a nice robust red wine bottle to his table, setting it down with a simple wineglass next to it. ]

You might like this better.

[His brows quirk as she gets up and leaves. Apparently, she'll be back, so he simply shrugs to himself and continues sipping from his too sweet drink. Surprising no one that would know him, the drink is finished by the time she returns. It sure wasn't wine and he knew it, but it did the trick.

When she returns with the bottle and glass it takes him a moment to register the fact that he's being served. It's still not something he's used to, especially as this girl seemed to have gone out of her way. At least, by the standards of places he's drunken in before. And just his life in general. Normally he was serving the drinks, if anything.]

Ah...thank you. [There's the slightest bit of hesitation, just paranoid habit, before he takes the bottle and pours some in his glass to try. He's careful in the way he lifts the glass and swirls his drink, experienced and taking joy in the process despite also clearly just...wanting to drink.

When he finally takes a sip his features light up. Not by a lot, but it's enough of a departure from his glowering face that it's noticeable.]

It is...very good. [His tone is appreciative.] You have my thanks.

[With less hesitance this time.]

You're welcome.

[ Cass practically beams from his thanks. She took a risk, actually getting him something so different from what he ordered but the risk appears to have paid off in spades. ]

The place it's from is called Codorniu. I guess it's a very old winery. This one is on the house, though.

[ Wash has a shift in a little while, but came early just in case they needed help tonight... or he could swap for some extra hours. He really wants to move out of the Safehouse sooner rather than later. But as they don't need him yet, he has some time to kill and heads over to the bar to get a (non-alcoholic, he's working soon) drink. The only open spot is next to the sour-looking fellow and he supposes that's driving people away from him and creating the bubble, but that doesn't bother Wash. Hell, he's probably the one with that expression half the time.

The bartender passes him his soda and he raises his glass politely, eyeing the free seat. ]

Mind if I claim this for awhile?

[At least the sour expression, at the moment, is trained on his pink-ish drink. When he's addressed his expression finds a new target, but his tone doesn't match, being far more amiable to conversation than the impression he gives.

He offers a single nod of his head.]

You needn't ask.

[He may look like he's just about out of patience with existing but he's not about to play God with the seating.]

[ Oh, that's kind of dissonant, actually. The guy sounds personable enough... Wash decides to try and keep talking, at least for now. Worst case he gets some practice and has to find another seat, right? ]

What're you having, and does it make this place any better?

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