Re: Registration Table: Michael and Janus
Michael wasn't exactly in the habit of escorting ladies by the arm - it just sort of felt like the thing to do in this situation. With a wicker basket over the other arm, he felt positively old-timey. They should start skipping pretty soon to complete the effect.
He watched her puff out her chest with a solemn nod. "I should have noticed," he said. "You know your roommate is named after a god? A Greek one. While you are named after a really great singer who had an extremely sweet ride."
They weren't quite out of sight of the churchgoers, but Michael actually hadn't been joking about the flask, which he produced from his pocket after carefully bracing the basket against his side. It was small, silver, and plain, and it took about a second's observation to see that it was brand new. "I don't usually carry one," he said. "Because I'm not a cartoon alcoholic. But I felt like if there was a time for whiskey from a metal tin, it was an easter egg hunt for adults. We're going absurd, we might as well go all the way."