Caritas--OPEN (Wednesday)

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Jarod flipped the sign to open and wondered what tonight would bring.

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The Band

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Anything but EtS. The band refuses to play it--even zombies have standards, you know.

The Bar

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Stump the bartender!

Re: The Bar

[sensethevisions]

Tonight brings a Phoebe with a mission. One that is probably not wise on her part.

Re: The Bar

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Jarod smiled at her, vaguely recognizing her from the last time she'd been in. "Evening. Red wine?"

Re: The Bar

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Phoebe smiled and nodded. "Yes, please."

Re: The Bar

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Jarod poured the glass and placed it in front of her. "So, what brings you here tonight?"

Re: The Bar

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe took a sip. "Ex-boyfriend issues," she said honestly. "This is ne of the few places I won't accidentally make a fool out of myself in front of him."

Re: The Bar

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"Ah," Jarod said, sympathetically, even though he had very little practical experience to draw from. "Well, it's good that you're here, then."

Re: The Bar

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe smiled. "Yeah, one of the places I can come where I'm not handled with kid gloves."

Re: The Bar

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"Kid gloves?" Jarod raised an eyebrow, but figured she probably hadn't meant to talk about gloves the way Parker and Angela had been the other night. They'd warped him forever on the subject. He cleared his throat. "Why would you be handled with kid gloves?"

Re: The Bar

[sensethevisions]

"Because enough people think I'm naive and easily breakable," she muttered as she finished her wine.

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

He smiled at her. "If it makes you feel any better, I have people who think the same thing about me. Refill?"

Re: The Bar

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe blinked. "Really?" She nodded and handed him her glass. "Yes, please."

Re: The Bar

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova limps up to the bar and perches on a stool, hooking her cane over the bar and grinning at Jarod. "Evening, Jarod."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Ivanova, it's been a while." He poured out some vodka for her. "What happened to you?"

Re: The Bar

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova shrugged. "Attack of the Snow Monsters. It Came from Canada. Old injuries." She indicated her sling. "Annoying, but necessary without a bonefuser." She accepted the drink and raised it in a little toast to him before taking a sip. "Good memory. Thanks."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Wow, that's rough." He smiled at her. "And no problem, that's what I do."

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[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"I've had worse." She took another sip. "How've you been? Like you said, long time, no see."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Can't complain, I guess. Working here, at the Sin, helped out a possibly souled vampire. You know, the usual."

Re: The Bar

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova nodded. "Same old, same old for Fandom." She sighed. "I've been ordered home a bit early for March Break. I'm not happy about it, either."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Oh? Any particular reason?"

Re: The Bar

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"So I can recover. But it's really so that Stephen - a friend of mine who also happens to be my doctor - can fuss over me in person instead of from the other end of a comlink."

Re: The Bar

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"It's good to have friends that care about you like that."

The Lounge

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OOC

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Why not?