#calypsostart

It was just typical that even a tidal wave wouldn't stop his boss from wanting to make some money. Fionn had honestly been counting on getting the day off and hadn't even set an alarm, only to wake to an annoyed phone call informing him that they'd be serving iced coffee and soft drinks on a stand outside the gas station of all places now that The Catch was in need of some repairs, until further notice. Not exactly his personal favourite place to be, and that was clear on his face as he glanced around, absentmindedly scooping ice into a cup. "Have you ever heard of a beach bar outside a gas station? Doesn't this make it a gas bar? A petrol pub?"

Bored of the poky suite that he apparently was supposed to consider home, Cass had uprooted himself to the lobby for the sake of social interaction, by which he most likely meant annoy other patrons judging by the smirk on his face as another resident had the misfortune to take the sofa in front of his and he raised an eyebrow, glancing up at the ceiling and then down. "You heard the beach is basically destroyed?" An exaggeration, perhaps, or a misquoted news headline from that morning. "How long do you reckon until the roof falls in on this place? I'm taking bets."

jeremy: did u know today is national serpent day