-5 MCA, Friday Afternoon/Evening

[talentforlying]

John had gotten the surprise of his fucking life this morning. In a good way, that was, and while it had taken a few moments for him to wake up enough to realize what, exactly, was coming out of his shower-head, he had figured it out eventually.

A call and a bribe to get a same-day delivery of a few giant bottles of Culligan and a water cooler from the mainland, a trip over the Causeway to the YMCA for a godsdamned shower with water and a shopping trip for the appropriate accouterments...

It was getting on towards dinner time by the time once he was back and had everything he needed. The door to his flat was propped open, text messages reading my fucking taps are running absinthe come fucking help me enjoy it, music on and food available.

Fuck yeah Constantine was indulging. And no, he wasn't lighting his sugar cubes on fire, that shit was for showy amateurs.

[OOC: Open post! If you think you got a text, you did, or feel free to stumble over Constantine's Bad Choices.]

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[talentforlying]

"Not absinthe, I can tell you that," he said, squinting at it. "Give it here, love, I'll give her a go and see if I can figure it out."

Oh, woe, the the risks he took for pretty ladies.

[futurespacemom]

"Thanks." Hera handed it to him. "Does this sort of thing usually last very long? We'll need water sooner or later."

They couldn't all go to the mainland, and she was not sleeping next to Kanan if he tried bathing in this stuff.

[talentforlying]

"Eh, I stocked up on some of the bottled stuff on a run to the mainland this morning. There's a ton in the fridge, help yourself if you need to take some back with you later," he said with a shrug. Fuck if he knew how often other species needed to hydrate, and far be it for him to deny a pretty girl what she wanted.

He took a sip of her glass, then broke out in a grin. "'S a milkshake. They're... like ice cream drinks. So long as you're not lactose intolerant, they're safe to drink."

[futurespacemom]

"Thanks," Hera said. "I may take you up on that."

She eyed the glass quizzically. "But your milk here is white; is this just colored green, or what else is in it?"

[talentforlying]

"Food coloring, sugar, whipped cream, little bit of mint or vanilla or both, and that's really about it," he said, offering it back to her. "Call 'em 'Shamrock Shakes' around this time of year, they're popular for the holiday."

[futurespacemom]

"Holiday?"

They didn't have Saint Patrick in Hera's galaxy, either.

[talentforlying]

"Supposedly some saint of one of the major religions drove all the snakes out of a country, so they gave him his own holiday after he died. Started out as a religious feast day to try and seduce the locals into the religion, now the Americans have turned it into an excuse to wear green and get wasted and it doesn't actually have anything to do with anything."

[futurespacemom]

"Oh." Hera thought about it and shrugged, grinning. "Well, Kanan's well on his way to drunk, and I think I've got the green handled."

[talentforlying]

"And the loveliest shade of green in the room, no doubt," he said, giving her a little half-bow. "Don't worry, I won't make you drag him back up the stairs if he passes out, that's what my couch is for."

[futurespacemom]

"Thank you, sir," Hera said with a grin and a bow back. "And don't worry - half the fun of it will be dumping ice water on him in the morning. Assuming we have water to waste."