Caritas: Monday [Open]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB needed a drink, but nobody had opened Caritas yet. So he knocked on the door and caused enough noise that Tino let him in just to shut him up.

After finishing his second drink, he he made what could be a terrible mistake. "You know, Tino? I'll take a shot at doing this host thing tonight. Open the place up!"

[OOC: Jumping in and taking care of this even though Lorne and I didn't work it out IG yet. Why not?]

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The Bar [1.2.05]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

Go ahead. Have a drink. Just don't forget to tip or I'll follow you outside and bug you about it.

Re: The Bar [1.2.05]

[romanywitch]

Jenny comes in, orders a mai tai, and notices that the guy from New Year's Eve who was hitting on her seems to work here.

That...might not be good.

Re: The Bar [1.2.05]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB, having been really far gone by the time he got to Jenny on New Year's Eve, didn't recognize the woman who just walked in. "Hey there, pretty lady. What can I get you?"

Re: The Bar [1.2.05]

[romanywitch]

"Mai tai," says Jenny, totally forgetting that this wasn't Lorne going AFK like usual and she gets to roleplay her order. "Name's Jenny, not 'pretty lady.' Quiet night tonight, I'm noticing."

Re: The Bar [1.2.05]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Tino, make up a Mai tai!"

GOB turned back to Jenny and said, "We opened a little late. Who knows what business will be like in a little bit?" GOB was hoping it wouldn't be too heavy. He wasn't a fan of actually doing work.

Re: The Bar [1.2.05]

[romanywitch]

"Good point," said Jenny. "Thanks for the drink." Even if he wasn't going to be making it himself. "Everyone may still be recovering from New Year's Eve."

Re: The Bar [1.2.05]

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita strolled into Caritas and took a seat at the bar, tapping her wand lightly against the surface.

Patience was never her strong point.

Re: The Bar [1.2.05]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Hi there, pretty lady," GOB said. Yes, that was going to be his greeting to every woman who walked in tonight. He had learned that flirting results in better tips. "What can I get you? And what's with the stick thing?"

Re: The Bar [1.2.05]

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"It's a wand. And I'll have a firewhiskey, straight up," Rita replied, shooting him a bemused look.

Re: The Bar [1.2.05]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Tino! Firewhiskey, straight up. No, I don't think you actually set it on fire!"

"A wand? Ah, so you're an illusionist, too?" GOB asked.

Re: The Bar [1.2.05]

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"Witch, actually," Rita said, narrowing her gaze slightly.

Re: The Bar [1.2.05]

[romanywitch]

"Hey," said Jenny. The bartender was mixing up her mai tai, and she'd noticed a straight-from-the-bottle blonde walking in and tapping a wand on the counter. Usually? Only the wannabe Wicca types in Sunnydale were that obvious about it. "Town seems to be dead when class is between session, don't you think?"

Re: The Bar [1.2.05]

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't know," Rita replied casually. "Been here less than a week."

Re: The Bar [1.2.05]

[romanywitch]

"Ooh, someone newer than me," said Jenny, holding out her hand. "Jenny Calendar. Nice to meet you."

Re: The Bar [1.2.05]

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

Dream leans onto the bar after a long day of trying to write his class schedule.

"I will have a glass of white wine."

Re: The Bar [1.2.05]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Tino!" GOB stopped. "Oh, I can serve wine." He looked under the bar. "Hey, Tino! Where's the white wine?"

After getting help from Tino, GOB poured Dream a glass. "I haven't seen you around here before," GOB said. He hadn't seen most people around before, actually, but that wasn't useful small talk.

Re: The Bar [1.2.05]

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

"I don't come into town often," Dream says. "My responsibilities usually kepe me away."

He sips at his wine. "This seems to have come from a box," he observes.

Re: The Bar [1.2.05]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB looked over to Tino. "Tino! Where's the bottled wine?"

"Sorry about that, sir," GOB apologized while the bottled white wine was pointed out to him. "Tino isn't that bright."

If Tino made a face at him, GOB didn't notice.

Re: The Bar [1.2.05]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB figured that there had to be an advantage to playing host for a night. As far as he was concerned, the host got free drinks. "Hey, Tino! Scotch me!"

Tino may have spit in the glass. GOB wasn't paying any attention to him, though, so he wouldn't know.

The Lounge [1.2.05]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

Sit down, have something to eat. Don't forget about the tips or Tino will follow you out. He's quiet. You'll never hear him coming.

The Stage [1.2.05]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

Go ahead, sing. I can't read your soul, but I can pull a quarter out of your ear. That counts for something, right?

Re: The Stage [1.2.05]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB walked up onto stage and cued the Zombie Band to play "Mercy, Mercy Me." His voice was okay, but definitely not great. There was enough of a verbal swagger to make the overall performance not bad.

Oh, mercy mercy me
Oh, things ain't what they used to be
No, no
Where did all the blue sky go?
Poison is the wind that blows
From the north, east, south, and sea
Oh, mercy mercy me
Oh, things ain't what they used to be
No, no
Oil wasted on the oceans and upon our seas
Fish full of mercury
Oh, mercy mercy me
Oh, things ain't what they used to be
No, no
Radiation in the ground and in the sky
Animals and birds who live nearby are dying
Oh, mercy mercy me
Oh, things ain't what they used to be
What about this overcrowded land?
How much more abuse from man can you stand?
My sweet Lord
My sweet Lord
My sweet Lord

Re: The Stage [1.2.05]

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita applauded politely, but was decidedly skeptical.

Re: The Stage [1.2.05]

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita repeated the same ritual as the other night: she cued the band, and ignored the microphone in favor of pointing her wand at her throat and whispering, "Sonorous."

She began to sing. Her voice was surprisingly good - just the right mixture of richness and variety in pitch.

You sigh, the song begins;
You speak, and I hear violins -
It's magic.

The stars desert the skies,
And rush to nestle in your eyes -
It's magic.

Without a golden wand
Or mystic charms,
Fantastic things begin
When I am in your arms.

When we walk hand-in-hand,
The world becomes a wonderland -
It's magic.

How else can I explain
Those raindrops when there is no rain?
It's magic.

Why do I tell myself
These things that happen are all really true?
When, in my heart, I know the magic is
My love for you.

It's magic, it's magic

Why do I tell myself
These things that happen are all really true?
When, in my heart I know, the magic is
My love for you.

Re: The Stage [1.2.05]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB knew, deep in his soul, that he hated this woman. He did realize that it was probably best not to mention this to her, though.