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Caritas--OPEN (Wednesday)

The lengths of rope and cord were gone. Instead, Jarod had filled the dishwashing sink with water and had a small sloop made of balsa wood that he'd made. A small portable fan provided wind.

"Prepare to jibe."

"Jibe ho!"

The sail flipped sides, filled with "wind" and Jarod grinned. Caritas was open.

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GOB came back to the bar after going home, taking a shower, and changing. Stupid booze. "Hey, Jarod. I'll have my usual and it's on the house."

Jarod poured GOB his scotch. "Evening, boss. How's your night going?"

"Not too bad. The kids in my workshop are funny little brats," GOB said. "You're doing one of those, too, right?"

"Yes," Jarod said. "Friday mornings--swimming and boating."

"Boating? If you need a really good boat, I know of one they can look at," GOB said. "Just look at. No brats on my yacht."

"Thanks, GOB," Jarod said, wiping up the condensation from Fred's mug. "I appreciate that very much. So, how'd the frst class go?"

"Kids sang. Some were good, some sucked," GOB said. "Entertaining no matter what. And I got to come back to the bar and have a few glasses while they were heckling each other. I should have tried this teaching stuff sooner!"

Jarod chuckled. "It sounds like it went well. What was the point of the lesson?"

"Well, the workshop is being an entertainer," GOB said. "Today's lesson was to test their singing skills, their ability to deal with hecklers, and other crap like that."

"Impressive," Jarod said. "And you enjoy teaching?"

"There was nothing to it," GOB said. "I told the kids what to do, they did it, I had a couple drinks, and one of them idolizes me. It's great!"

"...idolizes you?"

"Apparently I'm a satirical genius," GOB said. "I think she just wants me."

Jarod wasn't sure what the proper response was to that, so he went with "Mmm hmmm."

"I told her to wait three years," GOB said. "I figure that by then Becky will kick me to the curb or kill me, so I'm safe either way."

"That's...probably very sound advice."

...

[let's try this again, shall we?]

Fred decides it seems like time to close up WWW for the night, and heads out for a bite to eat. He's never been to Caritas before, so he decides to stop in.

"Hello?"

Jarod looked up from where he was ~~playing with his toy sailboat~~ preparing for his workshop on Friday and grinned at the newcomer. "Good evening! Welcome to Caritas. May I get you something to drink?"

Fred looks around.

"What do you have?"

"We're pretty well stocked," Jarod shrugged. "And we have an eclectic clientele, so we've got a lot. You don't really look like an oranguntan blood kind of guy, though."

"No, I'm pretty sure that's not my type of thing," Fred agrees. "Do you have any butter beer?"

"On draft or in the bottle?"

"Hmmm... Let's try draft--never had it on draft before."

Jarod poured a draft into a frosty mug and set it in front of the customer. "I'm Jarod. Are you new here?"

Fred takes a gulp of the butter beer.

"Ahhh... I've missed that." He wipes his mouth. "Nice to meet you, Jarod. I surely am new--Fred Weasley's the name."

"Welcome to Fandom then, Fred," Jarod said. "How are you finding it so far?"

It's a neat little town. takes some getting used to--I'm from London, you see.

"And what brings you here?" Jarod asked, leaning against the bar.

"I've just opened a second branch of the joke shop my brother George and I started together--Weasley's Wizard Wheezes."

"A joke shop?" Jarod was intrigued. "What kind of jokes do you sell?"

"All kinds! Weasley's Wizard Wheezes specializes in the managing of mischief--we've got trick sweets, fake wands, all kinds. And I'm currently doing market research to find out just what kind of products are most needed here in Fandom."

"Really? What have you come up with so far? And do you need someone to test the products?" Jarod grinned widely, already beginning to plot.

"I've got an insulting doormat," says Fred. "I don't have any new products that require test subjects yet--not like when my brother and I were testing the joke sweets--nosebleed nougat, ton tongue toffees, the lot."

"When are you open?"

"Normally, 10-6, but it does vary. Stop in any time you like and I'll be glad to show you around and aid you in managing your mischief in any way I can."

"I will definitely be in," Jarod said, already thinking of ways to drive Parker insane.

"Excellent!" Fred finishes his butter beer.

"Well, Jarod, it was lovely to meet you, but I've got to be off. I hope to see you in the shop soon."

[I've got to get some sleep--it's been a long day.]

"Have a good night, Fred." Jarod cleared the glass away.

[ooc: NP. Sleep tight!]

...

Fred decides it seems like time to close up WWW for the night, and heads out for a bite to eat. He's never been to Caritas before, so decides to stop in.

"Hello?"

*pssst* Wrong place.

yes, I noticed.

::pause::

I'm not embarrassed...

Don't worry about it. I actually assumed it was an LJ issue.

*continues to think that*

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