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Who: Church and everyone. Everyone else.
What: Drinks! Chats? Shenanigans. Tipping your bartender.
Where: Eagle & Asp
When: ~~whenever you want it baby~~ 5/21 through the evening
Warnings: surely I don't have to warn everyone about their language right

Church is a regular here. Not as a patron, hell no, but as a bartender. Usually, in fact almost always, in blue (especially his helmet), declaring his side the 'eagle' side. It's a themeing thing, okay? Don't question the theme.

And he really wishes the mercs would find other bars to hang out in, planning their whatevers and darkening doorsteps, but what's he gonna do, call security? So long as he gets paid, then whatever.

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"Bluetender?" Florida laughs, loud and disbelieving. "No, that's horrible. Never say that word again. Ever. I am ashamed to know you Church."

"Uhhhhh little boy blue? No, that's dumb. True blue? Potential there." He rubs the back of his helmet awkwardly. "Look, you wear blue, you get me, right?"

"Yes, but that doesn't necessarily mean it's the best idea," Florida chuckles. "True blue? It's terrible. Wow, Leo, someone needs to teach you how to do this."

He grins and shakes his head. "I wear blue because I have to be easily identified. What's your excuse, blue boy?"

"Lotta people wear blue. You get identified by your flamboyant captain outfit, Info Booth. Me, I just like blue. It's very...me. I mean, can you imagine me in orange? Or black?"

"Very much so," Florida smiles. Black ropes over pale skin. Very lovely. "I can imagine a whole hell of a lot of things."

"...You're imagining a whole hell of a lot right now." He wags a finger. "I can tell. You get that look. It's kind of creepy. That look that surprises people when they don't know that, surprise!, you're actually skilled and dangerous."

"I'm imagining how good you would look tied up and moaning," Florida admits quite readily, laughing before he takes a sip of his drink. "But you're not the kind of guy that would let me do that, so I will let it to be all in my mind."

His jaw works a few times, but he's not sure what to say, so he swallows instead. "Uh." He's super eloquent. "What? Yeah, I--uhhhh. That--shit. Uh. Yeah okay moving on."

Moving on to what, he's not sure, so he's just gonna. Um. Stand over here cleaning a glass particularly vigorously? It's really spotty okay.

"Wow you're so delicate," Florida laughs happily. "I could get you to blush so easily."

"I'm not blushing. I don't blush. I totally don't blush. That was just. Uh. It was--you know, out of the blue, and like, not what I was expecting, cuz, I dunno, guys don't, y'know, hit on me? Much. Ssssso."

He puffs out his chest. "Nothing delicate about me."

He reaches out to touch Church's arm. "Oh, but there is."

"Aw, hey man, you can look at the gun show, but you're generally not supposed to touch the merchandise," he teases, though he rubs the glass a little harder.

"I mean. I'm not for sale, but. Metaphor had to go somewhere."

"I don't buy my company," Florida answers, clearly offended as he draws his hand back.

"I had a metaphor going okay, I was totally not implying that I'm a hooker." Or that Florida buys them, but that's not exactly the important part to him. "Metaphor, man! That says look but don't touch but in a manlier gun show way." Nevermind that he doesn't really have guns to speak of.

"What guns?" Florida asks, finishing the first of his drinks.

"These guns." Watch him flex. Look at those...plain arms. His sleeves are rolled up a little and probably give the illusion of more there than there is. Bro does he even lift?

"You get a tip just for being hilarious, Leo," Florida chuckles, shaking his head. "Sweet, misguided loser."

"Okay, one thing that is delicate is my ego. You've completely shattered it." He'll take a tip for being a hilarious loser. A tip's a tip. "How will I ever recover from being called a loser from my most dedicated customer. Woe."

"By joining his information network?" Florida suggests playfully. "Another?"

"You're just gonna keep whittling at that until I change my mind, huh? I'm starting to think you only like me for my potential skills." Sexually charged admittances aside.

"I like you because you're creative, Church. In your insults, your manners of getting tips, and the fact that you keep this job somehow."

He chuckles and shakes his head at the idea of Church doing this. How does someone who has so little people skill do this so well?"

"I'm just ~special~," he teases. "Eh, I don't chase every other customer out and I can keep up on a busy night without being stuck too deep in the weeds. I can even put on a few flashy moves, just don't ask me to go all Coyote Ugly on everyone." A shrug. "Keeps you coming back for more, doesn't it?"

"Always," Florida winks happily. "I'm telling you, black. Or maybe blue."

"Black and blue? Trust me, I can swing black in my repertoire. Goes with everything, so I'm told. Just so long as I'm blue, too."

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