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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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'Yeah, that about sums it up. So I guess you could apply that to every codename. Just a fancy, official nickname.' He takes annother sip of his cider. 'Though I still find it hilarious that you call me "Keys" when the entire point is that I never use them.'

"...Yeah, I guess that'd be a better name for Florida. Maybe, uh, maybe Pick? No, that's dumb. Oh, how about Smithy? Locksmith, kind of, and--" Stop him please god.

'Oh no you don't. I said I found it funny, not that you should change it.' He likes it and Florida's got enough of his names already. In a different way, of course.

"But I bet I can come up with better, New York Minute." He snaps his fingers. "Minute Man. It's very...militia."

'Weren't they a type of old Earth soldier or something? They could get ready for battle in less than minute?' History's not his strong point by quite a long shot.

"Dude, do I look like someone that knows shit about old Earth history? I'm a bartender, not an encyclopedia."

'Hey, people know the most random things. You could be an expert on old Earth military for all I know.' He takes a long drink and nudges his half-full glass around the bar top. 'Stick with Keys. I like it fine and it's easier than getting fussy.'

Church tends to know random things sometimes, and it bothers him more than he'd like it to. He shrugs instead. "Keys it is. No need to get any panties in bunches."

'Do you need to take a moment to go sort yours out, or did we quit before they could get knotted?' he retorts, smirking.

"My frilly frilly panties are fine just where they are." He's already grabbing another hard cider, tipping the cap toward York in a silent offer of another one. "Not easily bunched."

That gets more laughter from the Thief. Yes, it was definitely the right choice to come here rather than go to Errera tonight. 'Nice, Church. And yeah, I'll take a second drink.'

He screws off the top and slides it over. "What can I say? I'm unflappable as fuck."

York catches it and takes a drink with a nod of thanks. 'I'll give you that,' he agrees.

"Who else is gonna put up with you mercenaries day in and day out without acting like this place might go up in a pretty impressive ball of flame one day?" Cue thumbs jerking back toward him. "Only this guy."

York laughs and raises his drink to Church. 'May you forever remain as stubborn as you are,' he says, drinking.

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