Caritas

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Caritas is open for business

The Host is in!

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The Bar

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

The bar is open, but Lorne is not in his usual position.

The Lounge

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Lorne is passed out in a booth. A couple of empty bottles sit in front of him.

Re: The Lounge

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod who thought he was making tonight's post collected the empty bottles and placed them behind the bar for recycling. After a concerned look at his employer, he decided to go about the rest of his duties.

Re: The Lounge

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Sorry Wasn't sure if you were going to be available or not.]

Re: The Lounge

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

[ooc: NP. We're doing the big unveiling thing to Parker tonight. Anything you want done to Lorne, or is he just staying passed out in the booth when the customers show up?]

Re: The Lounge

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Damn. Lorne will be away until around 10-10:30 PM EST. Looking forward to Jerry and Versace finally getting together face to face]

Re: The Lounge

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

[ooc: We're preplaying it. It'll be at the 4th Sin, after J gets off from work.]

Re: The Lounge

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Lorne. Lorne!" Parker lifts up his arm, then drops it. "Oh, this is... sad." She leans closer and blows in his face. "Wake. Up!"

Re: The Lounge

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Lorne grunts something about "Texas" and "Mother England" and shoos Parker away.

Re: The Lounge

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Looooooorne," Parker growls. She pulls up his head, but doesn't let it drop. "Tell me about Jarod. The bartender. My tall dark someone? You promised!"

Re: The Lounge

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Lorne looks at Parker through an alcohol soaked haze. "Well are we being pushy."

He picks up a bottle that's nearly empty unsettlingly pours himself another drink.

"What do you want to know Versace? You're the one who's been trading phone calls back and forth with him. Not me," Lorne says bitterly.

Re: The Lounge

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Parker lets go of his hair, and squats down next to him. "I'd leave to your mourning, but damnit, you knew! You knew he was right over there at the bar--" she pointed over to that side of the room, "And you didn't tell me that! You said to go talk to 'Jerry'!" She leaned in. "And you didn't tell me he was working at the 4th Sin! Why?!"

Re: The Lounge

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Lorne sighs as he sips his drink. "There's only so much a demon can do Versace. I can't force the ways things happen. I can only tell you what I see."

"Trust me... What I see sometimes? It's not a happy thing."

"Hell of a job."

Re: The Lounge

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker stared at him for a second, then sighed, giving up. He was *still* drunk, not just hungover, and, hell. So damn pathetic, she couldn't even kick him for not warning her.

"Well. Happy Thanksgiving, Lorne. I'm going to go ambush the hell out of your bartender. If he doesn't make it in for his next shift? You'll know I got him." She straightens, then looks around. "Is there anyone here to make sure you don't die of alcohol poisoning?"

Re: The Lounge

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"What do you care Versace? You got your pound of flesh," Lorne says bitterly.

"I've got my Tino and you got your information. Happy Thanksgiving."

Re: The Lounge

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker grimaced. "And I never wanted any blood with it, Lorne. I'm sorry if it was yours."

"I owe you one," she muttered, getting to her feet. "A big one. I know."

The Stage

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The Zombie Band is waiting for you. The drummer is missing his head though.