Caritas--Monday--OPEN

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Jarod opened the bar like he did almost every Monday, waved to the band like he did almost every Monday, then began setting up like he did almost every Monday. He and Parker had mostly made up, although there had been some momentary weirdness about their interactions lately that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

He yawned, and tried to think of something to do with his days. It's possible there was a good reason he was never allowed to fall into his own routine before.


[ooc: Will be afk until about 6:30 pm, EST. Feel free to mod your own drinks before then.]

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The Band

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In case Saturday wasn't enough for you.

The Bar

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For drinking and chatting with Jarod.

Re: The Bar

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Parker came in whistling and generally in a good mood-- Dr. Carter had at least been interested in her report on the weekend's activities-- and flipping the key Lorne lent her in her hand. "The usual, Monsieur, would you please?"

Re: The Bar

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Jarod poured the drink, then got a look at Parker's face as he placed it in front of her. He tensed. "What happened? I know you didn't look like that after the snow monsters."

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Crap. Parker had thought she'd done a pretty good job with the make-up, but maybe that was just in comparison to what she looked like without it. "Sparring accident. I got slammed into the floor," she said, taking a sip of her Diet Coke. "Is Lorne around? I have something to return to him."

Re: The Bar

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"You have scratches, Parker. Being slammed to the floor would have left bruises, but not scratches."

Re: The Bar

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Parker widened her eyes at him, and shrugged. "Really? Did I tell you I found out that Marty was the bunnynapper yesterday?" She played with her little umbrella, posing it in her straw, then perching it on the rim of the glass.

Re: The Bar

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Jarod's look should have told Parker plainly that he wasn't buying her explanation. "And he got so upset by this that he scratched you? Doesn't seem like Marty."

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"No, I might have scratched my face when I took him down in the Common Room, though." Parker flipped some of her hair behind her ear, and probably exposed the bruises around her neck in the process. "I woke him up with Ride of the Valkyries at 110 decibels this morning. That made me feel a lot better."

Re: The Bar

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Jarod's eyes narrowed as he noticed the bruises. "Parker, what the hell have you been up to? It looks like someone strangled you."

Really, he just needed to know who he had to go after.

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker blinked, then rolled her eyes at herself. "God damnit." She took another slurp of her Diet Coke, then stabbed at the ice with the straw. "There might have been some-- contretemps, on Friday. It's taken care of. Lighten up."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"What. Happened."

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker didn't look up, and stabbed the ice a bit harder. "There was a hunting party. We hunted. We killed the vampires. They didn't kill us." She looked up, and considered. "That's all."

Re: The Bar

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GOB walked into Caritas and strode to the bar with a big grin on his face. "Good evening, Jarod! How are you tonight?"

Re: The Bar

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Jarod looked up and smiled, though not as brightly as he might have before talking to Parker. "Good evening, GOB. You're in a good mood." He set the scotch in front of GOB.

Re: The Bar

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"Yep," GOB said, grinning some more. "Becky wants me. Bad."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod was surprised into a chuckle. "Well, congratulations. That's quite a turnaround from last time we talked about her."

Re: The Bar

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. She walked up to my boat on Saturday and started singing about how she 'chose me.' It was kind of weird," GOB said before taking a drink.

GOB was careful not to mention any singing he did on that stage right over there, or what a green guy told him right over here, or what he apparently said on the phone just out there. He was trying to keep the story brief, after all.

"The Mountie sang to me, too. That was really weird."

Re: The Bar

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"Becky sang?" Jarod asked, having missed most of the weekend by being up in his room. "And the Mountie sang the other night, too, but that was more for me than to me. He's a pretty good singer."

Re: The Bar

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, he really is. Guess there's nothing to do in Canada but sing to keep yourself warm." GOB took another sip.

"But, yeah, Saturday night I stopped by the Sin, talked to Becky a little. Totally wants me! She didn't even try to kill me!"

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Congratulations! I hope you'll be very happy together."

Re: The Bar

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"She's playing hard to get at the moment, though. She told me to leave on Saturday. I think she's embarrassed about her singing or something," GOB shrugged. "But now that I know? It's just a matter of time, my friend. A matter of time."

Re: The Bar

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"I'm very happy for you. Here, next drink's on the house."

The Lounge

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For drinking and chatting in general.

OOC

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For anything else, or pinging.