Monday Evening, Caritas--OPEN

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Whistling, Jarod walked into the bar. The weekend in New York City had gone well--he hadn't been caught on film, no one had chased him down, he hadn't been threatened by anyone except Parker, he'd seen millions of people and a Broadway show. All in all, a good time.

Still, the best part was the feeling when he got back to Fandom. Like he was home, and finally had a home of his own to go to.

He waved to the zombie band, left them the hot glue gun, and got to work.

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The Band

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Sing, hot glue the band back together, your choice

Re: The Band

[vampire-darla.livejournal.com]

Darla slithers in, and, noting that Lorne did not seem to be around, felt that it was safe to sing for once. She whispers in the bandleader's ear, and a rather bluesy number starts.

Poor boy
No one on his arm
He's got tongue for talent
Head off and your feet on
You want it
Hungry now and begging for my skin

You said you said
I feel good all over
You said you said
There’s never been another
Like me like me
There’s nobody like me
Baby it’s such a shame
That you can’t say the same

You wrap me in
Take a look take a lick mmm
It’s the cure for anything
You want my deepest thoughts
Want to catch me hot
Well, everybody's got their going rate


You said you said
I feel good all over
You said you said
There's never been another
Like me like me
There's nobody like me
Baby it's such a shame
That you can't say the same.

Confident, Darla walked off stage and headed to the bar.

[[Song is "Poor Boy" by Tara Maclean. The song has been stuck in my mind as a perfect Darla song since crazyvampchick-mun suggested it.]]

The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Drink

Re: The Bar

[deadly_little]

From seemingly out of nowhere, a water balloon flies at Jarod.

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Jarod exclaimed, as the balloon burst on the right side of his head. He put the dead balloon in the garbage and began looking for the culprit.

Re: The Bar

[deadly_little]

Tiny ninja laughter wafted through the bar, but the culprit was nowhere to be found.

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Grumbling, Jarod went to the men's room and toweled off his hair, then returned to his proper spot behind the bar.

There was no sign of the water balloon vandal.

Re: The Bar

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty sits down at the bar. "Vodka on the rocks. Jarod right?"

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod nodded. "Yeah. And you're...Marty? Want a twist of anything with that?"

Re: The Bar

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty shook his head. "Straight is fine. How did the search for religion go for you? Pick anything yet?"

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod poured the drink and placed it in front of Marty. "No. It's a much more involved procedure than I would have thought. So far, I disagree with parts of all of them. What about you? How were your holidays?"

Re: The Bar

[vampire-darla.livejournal.com]

After singing (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/535152.html?thread=20947312#t20947312), Darla comes to sit at the bar.

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Evening," Jarod said, a bit warily. "What can I get for you?"

Re: The Bar

[vampire-darla.livejournal.com]

Darla smiled easily at him. "Sauvingon Blanc, please." She rested her elbows on the bar and looked around with interest.

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Coming right up." He poured Darla the glass of wine and placed it in front of her. "You've got a great singing voice."

Re: The Bar

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto wandered in after Tactics had finished and leaned back against the bar. "Kahula and milk, thanks."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"You bet," Jarod said. He mixed the drink and put it in front of her, sans whimsy. She didn't strike him as the paper umbrella type.

Re: The Bar

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto grinned as she sipped her drink. "Thanks, Jerry, is it?"

The Lounge

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Chat, mock, fall over

Re: The Lounge

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Lorne settled into his usual table in the lounge, with a mix drink at hand. It had been a long weekend, but it was good to be home and surrounded by velvet.

Re: The Lounge

[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

Susan came in, and studied the 'green guy' while she waited for Josh. He didn't remind her of any of the races from Narnia, although the dress sense was very vaguely Liberace.

Who was also, apparently, dead.

Sighing, she took a seat, and perched her chin on her hand, feeling morose and overwhelmed and rather pathetic.

Re: The Lounge

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Lorne saw the sad woman sitting on her own.

First rule of Caritas? No gets to be sad.

Lorne glided up to her Table and gave her big grin. "Welcome to Caritas, Cupcake. I'm Lorne and I'm the head host, singer and barkeep. What can I get for you this evening?"

Re: The Lounge

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod waved from his spot over by the bar.

Re: The Lounge

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"Jerry my good man! Glad to see you up and at 'em so soon after our trip."

OOC

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

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