Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[rebelseekspizza]

So there was booze in the taps.

It wasn't exactly Dante's choice of booze - warn wine with spices and shit? Whatever - and he was beginning to get the impression the alcohol content wasn't as high as he liked it to be. Of course, that was easily solved with a swig from a bottle of rum every now and again.

By mid-morning, he'd managed to fill a large pitcher with the stuff. He draped himself over the sofa with a big mug in hand, the rum on the floor (he hadn't wanted to add it to the pitcher itself because, enh) and turned the television to the least Christmassy thing he could find. (It was a weird horror flick about elevators.)

His birthday was in five days. He was hoping to ignore that.

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[rebelseekspizza]

"Looks like someone actually found out about the taps before he hit the shower," Dante called lazily. "Nice one."

[studyingfear]

"Dark Nation needed water," Rufus said easily, shutting the fridge door. He held up the bottled water wryly. "Not alcohol."

Really, that just sounded like a terrible thing to give his dog. Even before factoring in the fact that Dark Nation was learning to fling lightning at things now.

[rebelseekspizza]

Alcohol and dogs generally didn't go well together. Not even in the small quantities the gluhwein held.

"How's the puppy, anyway?" Dante asked.

[studyingfear]

"Growing like a weed," Rufus said, smiling faintly. He was in a good mood for various reasons and he did love his dog. "And clumsy with it, once he gets excited."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante grinned. "Knocking over vases and shit?" he guessed.

He took a sip from his mug. "We got a cat."

Okay, they'd gotten a cat weeks ago. Whatever.

[studyingfear]

"With both his tail and his tentacle," Rufus said agreeably.

He raised one eyebrow at Dante. "A cat? Any particular reason?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante shrugged. "Anders likes cats. A lot," he said. "So when we found out there was this cat café in DC, we kinda had to go, and then... cat."

It made sense. Somehow.

"Her name's Blondie."

[studyingfear]

"Cute," he said. "Is it accurate?"

A beat.

"... What is a cat cafe--exactly as it sounds?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"She's white," Dante said, "Anders keeps sayin' you can't call platinum blonde 'blonde', but whatever."

Clearly Anders was being ridiculous.

"But yeah, it's a place where you show up, order coffee, and then they let you into a room full of cats. Pretty cool."

At least if you were with someone who entered a state of perfect :D at the sight of a dozen cats.