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Caritas: Open:

Lorne seems to be in a huffy mood this afternoon as he opens Caritas. No one knows for sure what happened last night after Spider drank his fourth serving of the Pylean special, but Lorne doesn't appear to be too happy about it."

But there is no glitter to be found and all the fish in the aquarium seem to be accounted for.

The zombie band is ready to take your request.

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A sign reads: "No Pylean Specials without a down payment and proof of insurance"

"Hi I'd like a shirley Temply please could I have two cherries in it too?"

"Tino! Get this girl a Shirley Temple! Spare no cherries for her!"

Fred smiled at the barkeep. "Thank's" She extended her hand "I'm Winifred Burkle, Fred actually. Nice place you have here." Fred's being seemed to bounce along with the music as she grinned at the green figure in front of her.

Lorne froze. He turned and looked at the scrawny girl before him.

He turned and looked away.

"No," he choked out. "No you're not."

Fred looked uneasy and she frowned. "I assure you I am." She nodded "I'm a student up at the school. I can show you I.D. if you want.." Fred was puzzled by the barkeeps attitude. "Are you ok?" She said her voice worried.

Lorne shakes his head. "You're not my Fred. I'm sorry. I have to ask you to leave."

Fred stared at him, her feelings hurt. "Mr..Um, well I-I'm not sure who you thought that I was...I-I'm not anyones Fred I'm just me." Fred looked around the bar uneasy. "I-I'm sorry Mr..Um, well I didn't mean to upset you." Fred pulled some money out of her bag "H-how much do I owe you for the drink?"

"Hey, Lorne," said Jenny, walking up to the bar. "Not asking what a Pylean Special is. Got an Irish Coffee on hand?"

Fred turns towards the woman "Hi, I'm Fred." She grins happily at her as she waits for her drink. "Your the new teacher aren't you?"

"Calendar Girl! Don't I owe you reading this evening? We need to chat! I'd give you the Pylean special, but you'd have to sign a waiver."

"Gotta say, I'm curious, yet maintain a healthy sense of self-preservation on that drink," said Jenny. "And I think you do owe me a reading. You been as busy as I have?"

Lorne hands over and Irish coffee. "Busy? Oh sweetie, you wouldn't believe the guy we had in here last night. By the time he left the place was a mess of fish and glitter, but let's talk about more pleasant subjects, shall we? You want to sing again, or should I try and do it from memory?"

"Haven't heard a thing," said Jenny. "Which based solely on the words 'fish' and 'glitter' is of the good. You, ah, all survive the night okay?"

She thought about it. "I can sing again. Gotta think of a new song, though."

"A new song for me? Seems to me you've sung almost three times and we've always gotten interrupted. I promised tonight you'll have my undivided attention."

Jenny grinned. "Gotta say? You're possibly the strangest club owner I've ever met. Also the best." She set her mug down on the bar. "Watch this while I sing?"

Lorne sat and listened to Jenny sing her song, a thoughtful look on his face.

He waited patiently for her to return.

Jenny came back from the stage and sat down at the bar again. "How'd I do?" she asked, picking up her coffee and taking a drink.

"Wonderful as usual Calendar girl," Lorne says with a sad smile.

Lorne takes his sip of his sea breeze and settles down to talk with Jenny in private.

"I've can tell you got a broken heart there kid. It was in another life, but the ache has carried over. I'm also sensing more power in you than before and you need to tread carefully with it. Mojo is always good, but it can take your life over. Most importantly? Be careful around town. It's not nearly as safe as it could be."

Jenny takes a nice, long drink of her Irish Coffee to gather her thoughts.

"The heartbreak shows?" asked Jenny. "Damn. For him it's been eight years. A guy's gotta move on, right?" She smiled at Lorne, and if the smile didn't quite reach her eyes-- Well, it had only been a couple of weeks for her.

"Sometimes I really wonder about my people. You know that?" She frowned in annoyance. "This place isn't safe? Got any ideas on what the dangers could be?"

Lorne sighed in a dramatic way. "Without having them sing on stage, I couldn't point them out to you. I will say that Angel and Drusilla aren't the only vampires in town. There's at least one more.... and she's family. I'd also look for trouble to start brewing at school regarding your charge. That's all I got."

Rogue wanders in, dressed in a red shirt and green gloves. "Hey Lorne," says, cheerily. Noticing his mood, she frowns. "What happened? Someone puke all over the bar last night?"

Lorne is not happy about the subject. "We are *NOT* to talk about that subject again. Tino was up all day cleaning this place and had no time to service m-... uh... the ice maker."

Rogue blinks. That was more than she needed to know. "Okay then. No talkin' about... it." She smiles, a little nervous, and a little apologetic.

Mock the singers or just chat.

Get your groove on...

Jenny goes up and sings "Little Earthquakes."

yellow bird flying
gets shot in the wing
good year for hunters
and christmas parties
and i hate
and i hate
and i hate
and i hate elevator music
the way we fight
the way i'm left here silent

oh these little earthquakes
here we go again
these little earthquakes
doesn't take much to
rip us into pieces

we danced in graveyards
with vampires till dawn
we laughed in the faces of kings
never afraid to burn
and i hate
and i hate
and i hate
and i hate disintegration
watching us wither
black winged roses
that safely changed their COLOR

oh these little earthquakes
here we go again
these little earthquakes
doesn't take much to
rip us into pieces

i can't reach you
can't reach you
give me life
give me pain
give me myself again

oh these little earthquakes
here we go again
these little earthquakes
doesn't take much to
rip us into pieces

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