-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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[2_old_for_this]

Peter got the message and knocked on the open door, a large jug in his hand. "My taps are running beer. I brought some. Is this an island thing, or do we need to talk to the landlord?"

[talentforlying]

"Island-wide, I bet," John said, raising his half-glass to Peter and gesturing for him to come in. "Once it was fucking eggnog, and wasn't that a shit to discover in the shower?"

[2_old_for_this]

Peter made a face. "Luckily I noticed this one when I went to brush my teeth."

He glanced at the wards he could feel around John's door. "What are those against? I don't want to break them or get myself fried."

[talentforlying]

"Unless you mean me malicious harm, you're safe," John quipped, though he didn't deactivate any of the wards. "The rest are mostly alarms, for when weird magical shite is happening, or if someone tries to trespass into Special Collections."

[uncertain_dume]

Once Kanan got himself settled down, he turned toward Peter and raised his glass with a grin.

"All the taps in the building, huh? Whatever the frak is coming from mine is way less fun than this stuff."

Absinthe was definitely crawling up Kanan's list of Earth favorites.

[2_old_for_this]

"Mine is beer," Peter said, pointing at the jug he'd brought. "And no, Earth beer isn't usually green. It's a holiday thing."

[uncertain_dume]

"... Holiday thing? Does this have anything to do with the way Earth messed up the time by an hour, or is that something different?"

Kanan, you had no idea just how many holidays this stupid planet had.

[uncertain_dume]

"There's green sludge in my sink and I need a damn drink," Kanan announced as he peered in the door. "The open door is promising, though. What's going on in here?"

Kanan really needed to get himself an Earth phone. Then he could just start off with 'what the hell is absinthe and how drunk will it get me?'

[talentforlying]

"Drinking the stuff from the sink properly," John said, giving Kanan a salute. "Mine's pumping out absinthe, and sounds like Peter's got beer. What nonsense is pouring from your taps, then?"

[uncertain_dume]

"Hell if I know, but I think it has milk in it," Kanan shared. "Yours sounds more fun. What's absinthe?"

Teach him the ways of the green fairies, John.

[talentforlying]

"Milk?" John made a face. "Fuck, no, that just isn't right."

He gestured for Kanan to get his ass inside and sit down. "Absinthe is a very, very alcoholic beverage. She's a little green fairy with a hell of a kick, you can't drink her without diluting it a bit unless you want your brains on the floor of a morgue."

[arboreal_priestess]

There was a knock on Constantine's open door and a blonde with a pixie cut stick her head inside. "Excuse me?"

Verity's taps were running green and smelling like gin of all things, and she hadn't been on the island anywhere near long enough to figure out the connection.

"I was wondering if there was something wrong with your pipes, too?"

[talentforlying]

"Nah, there's something right with 'em for once," John laughed. "Absinthe, of all things, which is far better than the eggnog incident. Though with it being Saint Pat's, you'd think I'd have beer like Peter over there. Come on in and pull one up, love."

[arboreal_priestess]

"Eggnog incident?" Verity asked, though she did accept the invitation to come inside. "Wait, are you saying your pipes are filled with absinthe?"

Which made the 'eggnog incident' even worse to contemplate. It was bad enough she smelled like a gin distillery mixed with lime. The idea of smelling like eggnog was a hundred times worse.

"...How the hell did that much absinthe get into the plumbing?"

Poor, precious lamb. So new!

[talentforlying]

"It's green, it's Saint Pat's, and the island has decided to try and be funny again. This time, it actually succeeded," he said dryly. "Not bad, for a sentient bit of rock."

[uncertain_dume]

"But there is something wrong with mine," Kanan offered up. "They seem to be running sludge."

He really should have sampled it, though. Shamrock shakes were awesome.

[arboreal_priestess]

That was lying propaganda and Kanan had made the right choice!

"That's one way to make me feel better about my gin-and-lime-juice shower," Verity said, sitting down with a drink in hand. "On the plus side, that's a hell of a cocktail to wake up to. I guess I should just be glad I didn't try to take a bath."

A sip of her drink and then she was offering her hand. "Hi, I'm Verity. I'm new, as everyone keeps pointing out."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan grinned and reached over for the handshake.

"And I'm Kanan. I wasn't going to ask if you were new, but yeah, I haven't seen you around."

Which could just as easily have been a testimony to how often he didn't get out, these days. Clearly he needed to start doing more of his drinking in bars.

[futurespacemom]

"Everybody's seem to have something different," Hera said. "What's in yours?" Then, realizing this was a strange face, "Hi, I'm Hera. Do you live in the building, too?"

[arboreal_priestess]

For a moment, all Verity saw were Hera's lekku and hastily averted her eyes, thinking the other woman was a Gorgos medusa, or, more colloquially, a greater gorgon. Verity had never met a greater gorgon before, but that was in no small part deliberate on both sides. Most greater gorgons avoided humans out of fear of another attempt at extermination and Verity didn't want to chance being turned to stone with a glance.

"Hi," she said, a little awkwardly, carefully not making eye contact. "No, I live in the other apartment building in town, but I didn't know what apartments were inhabited and didn't feel like knocking on a bunch of empty doors, you know?"

And it was about then that Verity realized Hera's...hair-tentacles?...were not actually snakes at all. And if they weren't snakes, then it meant Hera was not a gorgon and--okay, now Verity was making eye contact and offering more than just a polite smile. "Hi," she said again. "I'm Verity and the pleasure is mine."

Much easier to be personable when the other person wasn't a giant snake-woman ability--and possibly the inclination--to petrify you!

[futurespacemom]

Well, that was a weird greeting. Hera wasn't really sure if it was good or bad.

"Nice to meet you. You don't see a lot of twi'leks, then?"

[futurespacemom]

Hera followed Kanan down, then turned around and went back up for a glass pulled from their pipes. She came in holding it out. "Is this absinthe? Or can you tell me what it is?"

They didn't have shamrock shakes in her galaxy.

[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."