Caritas: Thursday Night

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Rogue is wiping down the bar, ready for her first shift. Her gloves are back, but she's still in a ridiculously good mood, considering all that's been happening lately.

She's ready to serve you drinks and make fun of the karaoke. Come on in!

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The Bar

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Rogue or Tino is here to take your order, if you're of age. Otherwise, there's a nice selection of soda.

The Stage

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If you want to drunkenly make a fool of yourself sing a song or two, this is the place to do it.

The Lounge

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Hidden away a bit from the rest of the establishment is the lounge. Talk, cuddle, but for goodness' sake, keep your clothes on.

OOC

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Any questions, come here. Remember, there's no violence in Caritas.

Re: The Bar

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Inara takes a seat. "Hello, Marie. I'll have a lemondrop martini, thank you."

Re: The Bar

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Rogue smiles. "It's nice to see you again. Would you like that up or on the rocks?" she asks, pouring the gin and vermouth into a mixer.

Re: The Bar

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"Straight up, thanks." Inara sits back on her stool. "You seem a lot calmer than you were the last time we talked."

Re: The Bar

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She smiles. "There's been a lot of changes in my life since then. I...I've come to accept that there are things I just can't control." She pulls a martini glass from the cooler under the bar, and strains the liquid into it. She sets it on a cocktail napkin in front of Inara. "It's like... you know that prayer they teach you when you're little? God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference." She shrugs. "I think I've gained a little bit more perspective on life, and a little more wisdom."

Re: The Bar

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Tex enters Caritas, out of armour for once. She's heard about the non-violence thing going on here but it doesn't change the fact that she's got an M6D safely tucked in its holster with her.

She moves to the bar and vaguely wonders why minors can't drink but can serve alcohol. Not that she cares. "Whiskey, no ice."

Re: The Bar

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"That's great!" Inara takes a sip of the martini. "So is this drink," she adds with a smile.

The place seems fairly quiet at this stage, not too many people in.

"Have there been any bar-stopping numbers so far?"

Re: The Bar

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Rogue smiles at Tex, not recognizing her. She pours the shot in to the mixing glass with ice, shakes it, and strains it into a glass. Setting it on top of a cocktail napkin, she starts to wash the mixer. "Hope that suffices."

Re: The Bar

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John walks in and spies Rogue. He walks over to the bar.
"Heya. Can I get a half Coke half root beer? Don't ask."
He's smiling.

Re: The Bar

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She smiles. "Thanks. I spent a lot of time with a book of drink recipes at home, gettin' ready."

Rogue looks up at the empty stage. "Not yet, though a guy from study hall promised me a song." She looks at Inara questioningly. "Do you sing?"

Re: The Bar

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Tex raises an eyebrow and looks from her glass to Rogue. "That's ice," she points out, not sounding too pleased.

Re: The Bar

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Rogue nods and drops a glass into the ice to fill it. She sets it in front of John, on a cocktail napkin, and fills it from the bar gun. Grinning, she asks, "So you gonna sing for me tonight?"

Re: The Bar

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"Anytime. Of course, that means you have to protect me from flying beer bottles and hordes of people who aren't tone deaf. Anything you prefer?"

Re: The Bar

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Rogue squints at the glass. "Sorry, one must have got through the strainer." She dumps it into the sink and pours a new one.

[[Actually, she strained the ice out. It was just there to chill it, so the whiskey wasn't room temp. And I may spend too much time in bars...]]

Re: The Bar

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"Caritas has a non-violence spell on it. If anyone throws a bottle, it'll miss you by a mile." Rogue grins and thinks. "Know any Red Hot Chili Peppers?"

Re: The Bar

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"Badly," Inara says. "Very badly. I have no musical talent at all - and Companions are trained to play. That was probably the worst bit."

Re: The Bar

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Rogue tilts her head to the side, a rag in her hand. "What is a Companion, exactly? I thought you were mostly a, um, counsellor?" She smiles, genuinely interested.

Re: The Bar

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Tex groans and pushes the glass back. "Pick up the bottle, poor a shot in the glass and leave the fucking ice alone."

Re: The Bar

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Rogue shrugs and sets a new glass down. She pours one shot in the glass. "Better?" she asks, as she puts the bottle back.

Re: The Bar

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"Yes," Tex fishes into her pocket and pays for the whiskey.

Re: The Bar

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Rogue punches a few numbers into the cash register and sets Tex's change next to her drink. "So, do you sing?" she asks with a little smile.

Re: The Bar

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"Only if you pay me," Tex replies as she sips from her glass.