Caritas--OPEN

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod was once again standing behind the bar, wondering if tonight was going to be more like last Monday, which had been relatively quiet, or like last Wednesday, when they'd been very busy.

He checked the ice, the glasses, the napkins, the snacks, duct taped the bass player's arm back on, and unlocked the doors.

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Sing with the Band

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

BYO Duct tape.

Re: Sing with the Band

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky dragged Cameron up on stage, and then leaned over and told the band what they were singing.

The music for 'Go West' by the Village People started up and Kawalsky grabbed a microphone and handed the other one to Cam.

"Together! We will go our way!" He nodded at Cam.

Re: Sing with the Band

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron was still a bit hesitant as he picked up the next line. "Together. We will leave someday."

Re: Sing with the Band

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova strolls up onto stage, nods at the band, and they immediately launch into 'Ra Ra Rasputin'. Complete with the grunting in unison at the beginning of the song. She grins and begins to sing.

"There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of ecstasy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire . . ."

Re: Sing with the Band

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Later in the night, Kawalsky was feeling more mellow as the alcohol started to wear off.

He waited until the stage was vacated, then grabbed a stool from nearby and put it in the middle of the stage, told the band what he was going to sing, picked up the microphone and sat down.

He spoke into the microphone as the band got ready. "It's my birthday today. I was trying to avoid it, but around here it's not easy to avoid stuff." He got the thumbs up from the zombie band (or, he would have if the zombie had a thumb on that hand). "So anyway. Here's a self-involved number from Sinatra."

The music for 'How Old Am I?' by Frank Sinatra started up.

"How old am I? I'm old enough to know
The difference between infatuation and love that has a chance to grow.
How old am I? I'm not too old to hear the sweet ring of truth and understanding.

When the world I love you reach my ears,
Don't mind these lines beneath my heart,
They're well earned souvenirs of a thousand nights
Of laughter and occasional tears.
And I hope you won't be jealous of the silver in my hair,
It took many lover's quarrels to put it there.

How old am I? You kiss me and I'm young,
Love's a road never traveled, life's a song I've never sung,
If I make you happy today, I'm the perfect age,
As for tomorrow, turn the page.."

The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Order drinks, flirt converse with the bartender

Re: The Bar

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

"Hey there, handsome. Don't think I've seen you around town before," Vala says as she slides onto a stool and looks him up and down. "Nope, definitely would have remembered that." She grins.

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

He grinned back, completely oblivious to both the once over and the flirting. "No, I don't believe we've met. I'm Jarod."

"Can I get you something to drink?"

Re: The Bar

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

She needed a drink, she didn't care if it would mesh with Zhaan's herbs or not. Tex carefully sat down at the bar, trying not to show the pain the movement brought, even if the bruises and the bandage at the back of her neck were sort of a giveaway.

"Straight whiskey," she ordered.

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Coming right up," Jarod replied, taking down a short glass and pouring whiskey into it, then sliding it across the bar to her. He noticed the bruises and the bandage, but decided they were none of his business.

Re: The Bar

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova strolls up to the bar, drooping tiredly but perking up when she realises that she doesn't know the bartender. "Can I get a vodka, neat?"

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

He smiled at her, somewhat apologetically. "I'm sorry, I'll need to see some proof of age before I can give you anything alcoholic."

Re: The Bar

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

Gob walked up the the bar and looked around. "Hey, bartender," he said. "I'll have a Scotch."

[OOC: Posted to the right thread this time.]

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Sure thing," Jarod said. "Straight up or on the rocks?"

Re: The Bar

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

After the song (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/380858.html?thread=15441850#t15478714), Kawalsky returned to the bar for another drink.

Re: The Bar

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova, still snickering, clapped Kawalsky on the back maybe slightly harder than normal. "Great job," she said, struggling to keep a straight face. "Interesting interpretation of the song. Beautiful choreography."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod glanced over and saw him waiting. "Another Coke?"

The Lounge

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Talk to your friends, make new ones, mock the karaoke singers

Re: The Lounge

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

Snagging another of those 'temple' drinks from the bartender, Vala steered Cam down into the back corner of the lounge, as far from the stage as she could manage.

Re: The Lounge

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"What? Didn't you like my singing?" Cameron snickered and picked out a seat on one of the couches and pulled Vala down beside him.

Re: The Lounge

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana walks in with Rodney McKay. "Explain to me again how you got me to agree to come here?"

Dark Corners

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Please keep it PG-13

OOC Comments

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

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Re: OOC Comments

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

Awwww! Why're you hassling poor Vala! Spike's doesn't card! How can you have karaoke without alcohol?!??!!? huh? ;)

Re: OOC Comments

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

_{ooc: You duct-taped the bass player's arm back on? *dies laughing*}